...traffic backup was timed just so that after I'd been literally stopped for a couple of minutes, I was able to edge around the semi in front of me onto the last exit before M-131...
Unfortunately, that construction mess had started Friday evening, so there was no way to get out a warning until it was too late. Oh, and that's US 131....I'm fortunate enough to not be a seasoned critic of memorial observances, but the non-religious "service..."
That's a family tradition I think there was more laughter than tears in the formal memorial.
My theory is that the quality of a person's life can be measured by how much fun people have at the funeral. It tells you the kind of person they attracted to surround them. I really wasn't trying to deliver a comedy rountine--just to tell the truth as I knew it.
</i>I had had vague notions of staying around later in the evening when the circle was supposed to get smaller, but I was sleepy enough that it probably wouldn't have been wise even if there was any more of a circle.</i>
There was no more circle that night--with overnighters from as far a Pittsburgh and Tennessee, they really had to crash"Swing the Cat" was pretty fast, pretty clean until the superfast end, and seemed well received.
That's a fun one. The most memorable other performance certainly had to be the belly dance by one of Dave's neices, whose name I forget to my shame.
Rebecca, AKA Becky, engineer, graduate student, and pilot. Also well worthy of mention were two poetry recitations by a gentleman whose name I again forget. Two long, tricky poems, delivered with verve and emotion, a few bobbles but definitely without losing the flow...
I don't know the man's name--he was new to Glimmerglass, but I will also point out that he was reciting from memory.peteralway introduced "Sad Waltz" with the story of how his performance of it at GaFilk (with braider dancing) had been one of the high points of a great con for Dave and how it was the last music Dave ever heard when Peter played it when they got home. I'm crying again as I type this. And people did dance as Peter played.
My ex-cousing-in-law, shadowriderhope
joined me on the sax. My eyes were glued to the keyboard, and any peripheral awareness was directed towards Hope, so I didn't have any idea about the dancing, though the next morning, braider
mentioned that she had danced to it. I'm pleased to hear that it was people
(plural) dancing.Almost at the end of the evening, catsittingstill sang a song patoadam had written about Dave's death which I somehow hadn't seen before which was just so right.
That song appeared (lyrics only) on LJ just a few days ago. When I saw that Cat had it in her hands after her turn, with chords and everything, I just had to play the "official bereaved card" to hear it.
Thank you for coming.