On June 27th, Bram and I went out to lunch with Josh and Pamela. This was the same day that Josh told us, in kind and certain terms, that the treatments he had been getting were no match for the tumors. He knew he was dying, and accepted this.
Josh savored each bite of food at the little Italian restaurant. It was one of those hot & humid days that have dogged us this summer. As we stepped back out of the air-conditioned restaurant into the steamy parking lot, Josh stopped and said with the wonder of a person filled with light: "Look at those beautiful colors!"