...I say hello.
T was found dead on the couch with the TV on, one morning almost a couple of weeks ago. Last Saturday was the memorial service with many friends we played cards with, and many family members from Michigan, as well as the friends and neighbors who came to know him in the last few years of his life in California. It was good hearing all the stories from his childhood to the present. I learned more about him during those hours, than during the last year of seeing him at the poker table. Almost wish I got to know him better while he was here. He always had a kind word and a smile ready away from the gaming tables. When he talked at the table, he had an angle floating. I don't remember ever hearing The Beatles, or Elton John songs played at a memorial service before, but with the thirty minute delay in starting, we hear them and more. Started with a few piano concerto's that seemed appropiate, but when Funeral For A Friend started up, I was almost beside myself. I decided to just enjoy it for what it is, and not sing along with Love Lies Bleeding in my Hand continuation. I only wish that I had a story to tell, but after hearing a dozen others, I recognized every part of what I may have told, already out there. Bye T, I'll miss your wit and insight.