I went on a walk, but what really helped was my 14-year-old daughter. She ran to catch up with me. We shared my i-pod head phones and talked about the funeral of her first cousin
(which I am headed to tomorrow) the family, our losses, our blessings....this conversation would of never happened if I would of uncorked a chilled bottle of white at the usual time.
I am afraid of what I will face tomorrow night. My nephew was a jazz musician, very popular in his community. His death was very unexpected and still remains a mystery. It is the scary story of traveling to a different country, arriving home contracting a fever four days later, going to the doctor, not getting better, going to the ER and hours later on life support, three days later, he left us.
My sister has informed us that there is a big jam session/party in a club/pub in which musicians from all around will remember my nephew. Emotions will be running high and I am sure the spirits will be flowing.
Send some good thoughts my way. I will be off line until Tuesday.
Shaking
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