Yesterday we went to a wonderful Celebration of Life for our activist friend Gwyn Frayne, who we both loved.
After the roar of the crowd settled down for the songs and speeches, (crowds overwhelm and frighten him) Don was very very attentive. He cried in a few places, but I did not see him laughing at the jokes, I think because a joke requires a long serial attention. Because our friend Norleen was with us to help with Don, I was able to chat with a few folks, and many people came up to speak with Don, who was happy at all the attention. He always was at his best surrounded by women! People were asking about him, what he is able to follow, and I think they might find this interesting.
This morning he said, “So she’s dead now, our friend?”
“Yes, yes, she is.”
“Was she there yesterday?”
“Well, in a way, yes, she was, sort of.”
The lines between life and death are becoming blurred.
After a nap this morning he woke up a bit confused about where he was, and said, “I hope my mother doesn’t get lost here too.”