And beautiful and heart wrenching and difficult and heartfelt and exactly right.
So many souls. So much empathy. So much love.
So much music and so many gorgeous words.
And Jacquie's eulogy? If you haven't read it, do. But transport yourself to the Inn at Sunset Cliffs and listen to it live instead. Jacquie's eloquence and grace in her delivery were incredible.
And Clara spoke. At her brother's memorial. Her words were funny and heartfelt and lovely and perfect and Clara. And I don't know how she did it either.
We were so dumb. I was so dumb. I kept saying, "It has to be good; this has to be good; we have to make it good." But Jacquie already knew that. She already knew how to make it good.
And the people there made it everything.
Me and mah girl.
The ballet girls.
And Mabel. And her Cameron . . .
But this kid? Our Clara? She does too.
It was lovely and beautiful and perfect. We kept saying that. Perfect. For the most imperfect reason.
The next day we gathered ourselves bright and early by mid-afternoon at the beach. I mean, we were in Southern California . . .
So we can be.
To quote Maya Angelou, and her brilliant When Great Trees Fall, which I was honored to participate in reciting at James' Memorial on Saturday, and at Mumsie's on Thursday:
We can be.
Be and be better.
For they existed.