Angels laid him away....

I know that the inimitable Mr. Garcia didn't pen the words himself. But I do know that I love his version of Louis Collins the best. I don't know why that comes to mind other than a jumble of things; ladies wearing red at a funeral comingled with the idea of The Red Hat Society. I suppose I should be thrilled that I'm not eligible to even wear a red hat yet (small blessing). That and the idea of funerals in general. The world, in its immensity, is still a very small place. As I was talking to Monique last night about goings on in our lives and the idea of having been to 5 funerals in 7 months and mentioning that we had just been to Mrs. Maher's...she lost it. Monique is not a person prone to tears. But she started telling me how her personal assistant and she were in Toronto last week and her assistant got a call from California that she must return home. Her best friend's mother had just been killed in a car accident by a drunk driver. Turns out her assistant's best friend is Richard Maher. Richard Maher is the younger brother of Charlie's friend Dondi. Dondi and Richard are the sons of Nora Teresa Maher. Monique hadn't made the connection of how she knew the name Maher, until I mentioned to her that the Maher home is where Charlie and I got married. In Nora's beautiful garden. The tears came because here she'd made this connection, and she had called to tell me that our own friend Carol Glass's sister Debbie is on her deathbed as we were speaking. Why? Can someone please tell me why? Even if you could tell me, I'm not really sure it would be a good enough reason. So, I'll content myself to be a Deadhead for the moment and listen to my friend Jerry sing about 'ole Louis Collins...and reminisce about happier times.