You can read my Mother’s Day homily if you feel like it… it’s the most topical thing I have lying around the site. I remember reading portions of it aloud to John while I was working on it. I remember a lot.
The song for John is more or less finished. In the song I pretend to be John, commenting on his own funeral. Paul came by late last night and I woke up from my exhausted, tear stained sleep to feel him giving me a hug, so of course I just started crying again and recited the lyrics to him. He was quiet for so long afterwards I thought he’d gone to sleep. We talked for a bit and he took Keith home.
Yesterday was the worst. The floodgates opened, and I’m crying again now as I type. I’ve got to get up and start doing something, anything.