May Day, May Day

A beautiful day in the upper valley... 75 degrees, calm and sunny.

It should have been a great day. But...

First Patty, a friend and long time customer meets me in the lobby... she gives me a big bear hug and starts to cry. "I heard about your loss... I'm so sorry."

I always hate it when I fall apart in the lobby, but I did.

Then later Peter, Mary's husband takes me aside to tell me how wonderful Richard's memorial was at the Center for the Arts, and how much it meant to him and Mary. It was just smoke in the eyes, I swear. 

Then I drove up to St. Mary's Cemetery. It is now immortalized.

Gone is the taped over piece of paper that read Parker/Cornelison. In it's place is the official inscription.

Am I the only one who is freaked out by my name being in a Catholic cemetery?

And Jackie. I wish I had known you.