My evening with Paul

It's been a good couple of days. There are still tears - but they aren't tears of despair. They are tears of missing Vern and I know those will be with me forever. I accept that.

There is a sacredness to tears.
They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.
They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues.
They are messengers of overwhelming grief...
and unspeakable love.

~Washington Irving

Friday night was spent with Paul ... Paul McCartney, that is!  What a wonderful evening that was; such a personal concert, like he was just up there singing to a bunch of his friends. Some special memories came with some of the songs - "And I love her" and "Let it be" brought some tears. We had a conversation-packed dinner first and really great seats for the concert. Such a nice evening with my good friend, Deb.

I met my caregiver friend/co-worker for breakfast again this morning. I always enjoy my time with Linda - we have such good conversations - and it was a nice start to my Saturday. Spent a little time pulling weeds in the front yard and chatting with a neighbor. Also spent time watching a couple of movies today. Cried over The Lovely Bones and then just had to (try to) watch 2001: A Space Odyssey.  I still don't get it, but Vern loved that movie. That was the first movie Vern & I saw at the drive-in back in 1969 ... and I fell asleep during  most of it. Amazing that he stayed interested in me after that. Whenever he'd notice it was playing on TV he'd make a comment that I wouldn't have any trouble falling asleep that night. And, yes, I did doze off during it today. I'll bet he was smiling.