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Memorial

Yesterday, I went to Gregory's memorial service. I drove down to Hartford with Em. So tense and spinny, I thought I my head would crack open.

The service was sad, touching, personal. I remembered to bring tissues, and handed Patty one or two. We went back to the house afterward, and I felt so awkward for a while. Not sure where to stand, who to talk to. I looked at pictures of Greg from when he was little, as a teenager, in college, from when I knew him, DJing.

Eventually, I went and talked to people. To Selma, who I realized I had seen last many years ago, when I went to Blue Fin for sushi with Greg. The Sparkles (Emily and Bucky), who were with Greg in the hospital as he left us, have been with his parents, updated the blog, helped to make sure everyone knew, helped with the memorial service, and so much more. They are lovely, amazing superhumans. I talked to other people I knew from around, at parties and 10-cent wing nights. It was difficult and wonderful at the same time. It was a release.

As we were leaving, I stopped to say goodbye to Greg's mother. I took her hand, and thanked her for having us in her home. Thanked her for creating a space where we could remember Greg and talk about all of our happy memories. She said you're welcome, and thanked me, and said, "Come back soon. Come back any time."

Posted by thevieve at June 11, 2006 9:30 AM