Well, my world is damn near complete now that I just opened Bloglines and found the headline “Kid Rock arrested for Waffle House brawl” in my news box.
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Dan’s funeral was Saturday. It was good – as good as these things can be. The Ojibwa men he had been studying with sang and drummed for him for hours. Folks from his Ojibwa family, his work family, his band families and his actual family got up and spoke. Even Patty spoke – which just floored me. She was eloquent and thoughtful and so put-together. It was all a fitting send off for a special man.
Bryan and I were supposed to have gone to a lunch with the family and friends afterwards, but got lost on the way to the restaurant, so we ended up driving around for quite a while just decompressing and listening to a CD of Dan’s music that had been passed out after the funeral. Bryan was really shaken up having heard Dan’s band members speak… he could identify with the feeling of having lost a brother. And he was sad that he had never had the chance to know Dan better.
After a while we came home and just passed out. We finally woke up late last night and watched a movie together. We didn’t go back to bed until nearly 5:00 in the morning.
This morning I got up and walked Cain for 2 1/2 miles. I keep smelling the tobacco from Dan’s funeral and hearing the whistles that were played at his funeral. It wasn’t spooky… it just felt good to process it all quietly by myself. It was a nice reminder of how lucky I was to have known him and how happy I am that his wife reconnected with me a year ago.
Tonight I took off with Kat to see a few bands perform in Detroit. One of the bands was led by a kid she used to babysit. He’s 23 now and an awesome singer.
Good show… loud show… happy to be home now.
