Death does us partAfter 24 years together, Donald died at our home in Altadena about 5 pm on Sunday July 11, 1993. He had been in a coma for a little over 24 hours receiving a morphine drip, and I saw that he had stopped breathing. I lit
After a while I called the Mountain View Mortuary on Fair Oaks at Woodbury. They came and carried away Don's body in their station wagon, driving east along Gravelia as the dusk darkened. I watched as it passed beneath the big old oak by the corner house, and as it turned right on Canyon Crest Road to start down the hill. On Tuesday I helped push Don's body into the crematorium oven, and then I sat on the graveyard lawn re-reading The Prophet while for six hours his vapors streamed rippling up from the chimney into the marine layer. On July 24 we motored off the coast of Oxnard to scatter his ashes in the Santa Catalina Channel. Just before releasing them, we transferred some to a little soapstone vessel for Nancy to take and bury in the family plot in North Carolina. I read aloud some excerpts from the little book that has always been prominent on our bookshelf:
Then I asked Nancy, "shall we commit Donald's ashes to the sea?" She sobbed, "Yes.", and we did, and then we each threw in a rose. It was barely two months from then until AIDS also claimed Bill's life. He had been in good health while attending to Donald in his battle with it. Once he was lost, Bill's health deteriorated rapidly until September 25 when I was called to St. Luke's Hospital before dawn. Driving toward Orion blazing in the east, I arrived to be with him while he slipped away, minutes after he assured me he was feeling comfortable. I think he subscribed to at least that part of his family's religion that promises being reunited with loved ones after death. We repeated the scattering at sea for Bill's ashes in October. Donald was always buying and caring for plants, from the time we had our first apartment until he was on his deathbed. He executed small but beautiful patio gardens at our Fairfield condo. We carried a few house plants from there aboard Almitra. He created larger, beautiful gardens once we settled into the house we rented in the Altadena Meadows. This is an image of the last plant Donald ever bought and tended. It's just a little dracena, one that he ordered by phone from the Shopping Channel on cable TV, while he was at home in bed in the final phase of his illness. When it arrived, he was disappointed that it was so small. The little plant has been loving life for over a decade since then, and I've re-potted it a couple of times. The plant sits outside in the garden under the big oak tree -- the oak mentioned above -- on the property I bought in the Altadena Meadows in 1998. This is the old oak that reaches across Gravelia street near the corner.
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