Every time I choke up.
Helen (Velma’s sister) called yesterday as the day was approaching the end. She told me that Velma’s New York memorial had gone well, and she told me specific things that made me feel good, as much as possible.
Velma, she said, would say it went passably. I laughed. Laughs are [few and far between]*.
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*Myles [looking over my shoulder].
