New Orleans had a "second line" for Fats Domino yesterday. How I would have loved to be in that throng of dancing, singing, ordinary folks who loved his infectious music!
And what a concept -to dance instead weep!
I think gradually our commemorations of death are becoming more radiant. The gloom, tears, black clothing, veils, solemn sermons of the past are hopefully getting replaced with whatever sunshine the deceased brought into this world.
For me, the time to weep is alone.
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