As a result the cathedral will no longer hold the service.
The indignity of it all, that the love he had for so many and they for him could not be felt by his own mother.
The news infuriated me. It totally ruined my day. That this so called ‘mother’ who bore such a beautiful, kind-hearted boy seems so determined to destroy any attempt his friends have of getting together and remembering him.
I am confused. I am sad. Mostly I am angry.
I killed a snake this week, a five foot rattle snake in my garden. I chopped it’s head off with a shovel. I felt bad doing it. Terrible. This beautiful serpent that had as much right as I did to live in my garden. In my canyon.
I will write more about it tomorrow but in the mean time here is a picture to whet your appetite.
The beautiful boy/man remains sleeping in my bed but he is off to Italy on Tuesday for two weeks and so that I might not feel any pain (the pain of separation is the worst) my head is already elsewhere. We had dinner with his best friend last night which I always hankered to do with NYC man but never did.
I was so nervous.
The Spanish restaurant where we had dinner was expensive and ghastly.