Gray Whale Cove is just south of Pacifica which is just a few miles from San Francisco

To the east of the cove are the mountains

It was one of the first beaches we all went to when we moved to CA

It's iust a beautiful spot

You're pretty high up on the cliffs when you park. You have to start on this path

Sammy counted the 149 steps to get down to the beach

No filters needed. Just mid-70s, sunny, and a nice breeze. A perfect beach day.

It's a magical little cove

We were joined by a few close friends and our immediate family to have some beach fun

Lots of yummy food ...

Getting ready for cake and donuts

A sweet girl made this birthday cake for Zane. It melt my heart.

Sammy & Briana enjoying some Happy Donuts

Zane would be smiling!

Powerful yet serene.  Kinda like Zane.

It was hard to get the energy to say our farewells

David read a beautiful poem by Maya Angelou.  

Click here to read the entire poem

Thanks to a dear friend who brought them to be part of our farewell

As he wished - and as I wish for me - we sent his ashes into the sea. Someday I'll join him there. But for now, I can think of him every time I go to the beach.

It was everything I wanted it to be. A beautiful and serene farewell to my big hearted, big brained, and well loved Zane. I will miss you til the end of my days. I wish you were still here. I don't know quite what I'm going to do without you.

David drove me to Half Moon Bay the night we found out Zane had died. I played Shine On You Crazy Diamond as the sun set. It was the worst day ever. And it seemed the most peaceful and loving way to end it.

Zane's favorite donuts in Palo Alto. We went and got some on the way back from the beach.

Hello ZK on the runway before our connecting flight to Nashville.

We finally get to Nashville the day after.  Holding on to his motorcycle - his "bike" - was a close as I could get to touching him.  It was very emotional. I was so very proud of how far he had come. To work so hard. Get up every day. Save up his money to get this beautiful bike.

We could just imagine him buying this truck. It was so Zane. And so nice to sit behind the wheel.

As the rain started, we got into his truck. With no insulation, the rain pounded on the roof. And the wind flapped the slats at the back of the truck. The thunder howled. Lightning everywhere.  It was like the sky felt my pain. It was moving.

He knew how much I loved him. I have no doubt of that.

It was a crazy storm.  Huge tree down at the restaurant. We landed just minutes before the storm blew in.

We had never been to Nashville. What a beautiful city. I see why he loved it there. And with a Batman building overlooking everything - how could you not?

I kept asking about some road that Zane would tell he went riding his bike on. And couldn't remember. But then his boss knew exactly what I was talking about!  Here's the beginning of hundreds of miles of national park highway.

We bumped into an amazing set of friends headed out on the parkway for a vacation.  I got to know one of the ladies pretty well in a short period of time...

... because she had lost her 16 year old daughter in a car accident.  Her pink harley had a "Peace Out" on it. We hugged and cried. 

At the beginning of the parkway ...

A view from the bridge into the tranquility on a beautiful summer day.

We saw why he loved to ride his bike on this road

The guardrail seemed the perfect place

RIP my Zane.  You loved this road. Now it will always remember you too!

"There's always something more for you. Just go find it."I took a picture to remind myself that.  I'll find my new normal. Someday.

Took this so I could play the lottery. I don't play but wouldn't it be funny if I won?

As it was my mom's too. Many of our cars. And Zane's beautiful eyes.  I loved he had a blue bike.

I could barely hold it up. There's no way I could drive it.

This is the best I could do.

I didn't realize David shot this. I was trying not to cry. Just thinking about how this bike that he did crazy things on actually saved him for a long time. I'm so glad he got it.

It was the closest thing to a real hug I could get from him.

Zane would have loved to talk to David about it. The bike was meticulous. As shiny and new as the truck was worn and old.  But completely Zane.

We didn't have a key...

Could have loved this truck.  It needed someone with "a vision"

We actually stopped crying as we broke into laughter with the "custom" label. That was one word to describe his truck.  

Gotta love the no frills approach

Bench seat!

Duct tape

That's ALL that was in there. Duct tape.

David admiring the innovative approach to the back of the truck. It would have been ideal for transporting his bike. That was the idea... But now Zane's truck is on its way to us in CA!  How funny will it be to have that parked in the land of Tesla :)

It was so beautiful. Just the three of us. Me, David, and Zane.  I got to kiss my baby goodbye.  In that beautiful spot between the eyebrows.  And touch his hair. So sweet.

I got to kiss my brother, mother, and son goodbye. I loved them. They loved me. That's as good as you can ask for.

I always loved this picture.

David giving hugs and kisses as well.  Trying to stay peaceful while grieving.

I took pictures of so many good times. And they stayed with him. The big one is of him teaching Sammy to fish.  That was a beautiful day at the beach in California. We had such good times here.

Look at those two laughing ... 

We spent some time in Nashville ... seeing where he went. This was his favorite restaurant - it's on Vanderbilt's campus.

Not exactly ... but apparently he loved the warm pretzels with a beer cheese

And other things up on the wall. He would laugh that he got me to go into a bar with animals up on the walls. 

Yeah. She was on our plane. I was crying too hard to see.  

It was so hard taking off in the airplane. It felt like he was really gone. Someday we'll go back.  And take the kids back.

Waiting in Dallas for our flight to SFO felt like forever. This helped a little.

I love you.