Grief is a weird thing. It can hit you out of nowhere.
I was in Stein Mart last week and found a wonderful paisley shirt, and as I was heading towards the checkout it suddenly hit me that the only other person who would be as excited about this shirt as I was would have been my mother, but she’s gone.
So I didn’t get the shirt, and it knocked me down for a long, long time. It’s strange to consider that something as simple as a pretty shirt can light the tinder.
Mona and I went to see ELO in Dallas Monday night, and I was still so depressed we almost didn’t make it. Mona was ready to punt and drive me home. But I did rally enough to make it into the venue, and once we there we both had a great time. The crowd sang, danced, and were totally immersed in the experience. This was Jeff Lynne’s first tour in thirty years, and he hasn’t lost a step.
It was healing.