6 months and 47 days later...

	How I spent my day: I crawled out of bed at 2:30a to host a con call at 3a for an hour...couldn't go back to sleep for the longest time after that but then I finally did only to almost oversleep for an 8a con call that I was also hosting. close call. Then I worked till about 11a and said ENOUGH! I went out to Whittier to Rose Hills to visit The Gang and bring flowers...it is my brother's birthday today so I wanted to sing him the birthday song. But I couldn't do it once I got there. It was a beautiful, sunny and hot day, I watched a man pull up nearby and kneel at a gravesite, head down for the longest time. Then he ended up curling up and taking a nap there. I was there for over an hour, trimming and trying to dig up the vases that have been overtaken by crabgrass (no luck). I managed to get the vase out of my dad's spot, and a big worm, a potato bug, and an earwig came running out with it. I did a little squeal and dance and then laughed thinking about how my dad used to sing, "The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out..." Anyway, I didn't want to break the mood by singing a song that should be sung to a living person, so I stood under the tree by my brother's grave and tickled the little windchime I put in the tree years ago, and watched things unfold around me. I realized I was sort of happy to be able to do these little things for my family who have moved on already. This week has been full of reminders about the end of life - anniversary of my friend Lucy's untimely passing (at age 47), my brother's bday, my friend's brother who took his own life on Sunday night...also age 47. I don't know how to end this blathering so I'll just say luv seran PS: This is year 4707 in the Chinese calendar, year of the Earth Ox. Also, Obama is 47 until August - a Leo, can you guess?