Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

I'm at my mother's house, after having gone to my uncle's funeral. The preacher conducted a very good service. At the gravesite, after folks had started wandering away, I fetched my guitar from the van and played "Lamento di Tristano", and then let my fingers wander looking for some musical phrases that seemed to be right just for uncle Ted.

The preacher said we should each grieve in our own ways. I'm a musician. This is what I do.

I didn't feel much like talking to folks earlier, but it was good to be with people at the reception afterwards (at an aunt's house), and I felt more talkative then.