in seattle again


to attend a memorial service for my nephew tomorrow. Now, it seems like I should have something to say about this, something about feelings, something sad, heartbroken, but I feel detached and numb, afraid to think of Guy's face and his laugh, the way his cheeks pulled his mouth up into such a broad grin. my heart sort of sinks when I think about that, and the aural memory of his voice, his kind sarcasm, if there is such a thing-- there was such a thing, for sure, in Guy, but I've not seen it in others.

Here's Guy helping me out with my workshop at Bumbershoot a few years ago, with the other kids, and Anne Elizabeth Moore. Guy choose the Kimmie Gives The Finger t-shirt.

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And hey, thanks for all the kind comments. You guys are the tops and I wish the best wishes for you.

Posted: Saturday - January 20, 2007 at 01:19 PM          

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