I went to visit Bob yesterday. Denny sent me a text and said either go see him or read his obit. I took his advice. I drove to West Sac to their house (Bob and Kathy) that I’ve never been to before. I realized on the way over that I’ve never driven over the I Street Bridge before. Details were starting to pop up in my brain on the way over. Denny said to prepare myself as he is not the man I’ve known. I’m all right with that I think. I found the house and knocked and then just opened the door as Kathy was walking to the front door. “Hi Chris Shirley! It’s so good that you came over. Bob really loved you a lot!” her smile hiding the pressure of staying awake with the strain of caring for someone so long. I went upstairs to the master bedroom and there I found Bob. He was in the sleeping state. Eyes partially open, mouth open and breathing that death breathing that I’ll never forget from the time my dad died. Deep breaths, not real deep but deep enough for 20 or 30 sec