The Summerglen Files

Usually I write about music on here, but sometimes one must write about other stuff as well.

Tonight I went to the funeral of a friend; she had gone missing and was found in the woods days later. She was one of those people who lit up the room when she came in, always with a smile on her face. I hadn’t known her for very long, but it was still sad being at her funeral, because the world had lost quite a nice person. There were sooo many people there, and I bet she was flattered, wherever she is!

I just finished reading the book Roots last week, and it gave me much comfort tonight. When little Kunta Kinte’s grandmother died, his dad told him that there are three kinds of people: those who are yet to be born, those who are here, and those who have left here and are now watching over us. That’s a nice thought, that my friend is just another kind of person, watching over us. (AND she’s off to meet J.J. Johnson, Ella Fitzgerald, and all of those who are that kind of person as well, which is totally cool for her.)

I’m grateful to be here, because life is precious.