Thank you Joe.
I want that hat please.
I have just returned from my father's funeral. It was a beautiful celebration of his life and I learned so much. My family are fine. I got to see my mother's grave site as we buried my dad. It is in a small wooded private graveyard in the shadow forest of Mt. Baker in Washington State. Surrounded my ancient trees and a moss covered meadow with wild flowers. A small blind mouse came out of the underbrush and rolled playfully near the grave stone. Several of us looked closely at it and one boy picked it up and petted it as the small circle of family and friends weeped. The mouse stayed for the entire ceremony, even after he was set back down on the ground he continued to dance around my mothers gravestone and watched my brothers and I shovel the earth back into my fathers grave. We all thought it a sign that my father was now happy.
I am glad to be home here in Provincetown;
Thank each of you who posted your sympathies
and warm wishes to me both here on these boards and on my Myspace page as well.
I hope to see you all sometime soon.
Sending beams of love to each of you.