Can't Seem to Get the Ton of Bricks Off Me

Curt's death hit me like a ton of bricks. It continues to sit on my chest today. I'm sorry if this seems very self indulgent to focus so much energy and so many blog entries to this, but it's my blog and this is what is on my mind. I'll get back to my regularly scheduled whining, bitching and moaning about trivial shit soon enough.

I attended the memorial service yesterday afternoon, sat in a packed church with hundreds of others who were impacted by Curt's death, who shared stories of his life, who felt the impact in a way similar to how I felt it. We cried, and we laughed, and we paid tribute to a man who was someone who went about the business of making the world a better place one step at a time.

I include here a link to an online obituary and guest book for Curt. Not that you care, dear readers, but I do. What a special man and what beautiful tributes have already been left there for his family to read and know just how much he touched the lives of others. I haven't been able to write anything yet there, but I will. . . when I can get the words together to make sense and really express the feelings that are inside me.