It stopped drizzling. The air was warm and scented and the sky was orange and navy and Amster was on one chair, Seret was on another, and JannyLou shared the end of my lounge.
The steaks were cooling next to the bbq, the prosecco was bubbling in our glasses, the guys were watching the Mets defeat the Dodgers.
I was surrounded by the women who know me the best, the women who would, and did, drop everything to rush to my bedside.
But, this evening there was no bathos, no sorrow. There were giggles and stories and hugs.... so many many hugs.
Life is good.