The photo is my grand daughter, Frances Leigh Jacobson, standing in front of a sushi restaurant, just down from Parnassus, the main UCSF hospital. I remember it distinctively. Parnassess is where Rose came to have gamma knief treatments. Quite a procedure. And, also it was the day the doctor told me that there was nothing left for them to do. The treatment got just a portion of the lesions in the brain but there were many more and more coming. I felt despair. He volunteered without my asking that what he hoped for Rose was simply she'd go to sleep one time and not wake up. He was trying to be kind but it wasn't much comfort. Sitting beside Rose's bed, somewhat dejected, I mechanically said, "Rose are you hungry?" Yes. "What does your palette feel like?" Know what I'd really like? "What's that?" Some sushi. "You got it." Where in the heck can I find sushi? Just down the hill. I ordered up some. Rose liked California rolls and tuna. It was about a dozen pieces. Rose ate it all. I was so happy. Frances Leigh and I are revisiting the sushi restaurant and remembering Rose.