Talk Without Speaking

I am self medicating with the mp3 version of U2’s Vertigo tour which I bought on DVD last week. It serves for times that I can’t make it to the blissful thoughtlessness of Tierney. Neither one of these things can, of course, touch my grief but they can distract me for a while. What I’m learning, though, is that distraction comes with a price. I can forget for a time but when that moment ends then things seem a little harder for some time afterwards.

I am thankful, though, for all of my friends who have been here with me. I can’t, truly, thank you enough. I know that I don’t have much to offer any of you right now but I am so happy that you are there.

Here’s a quote from a poem that my Dad wrote in Yoho; I read this whole poem at his memorial.

Thanks for the memories
The cabin rings with laughter
Socks hang from every rafter
And we will go
Beyond the snow
Best friends for ever after
How perfect it was.

It was perfect, Dad.