I had a lovely dream last night

... that my dead friend came by to see me. There was some kind of ceremony in the background; I think it was my cousin's wedding, but when I retell the story it will be Gianni's own funeral. I asked him to stay. He said he could stay with me until the ceremony was over. We sat on a blanket on the grass and watched - it was like the Hollywood Bowl then - and he put his head on my shoulder until it grew dark.

Yesterday was Gianni's memorial service. I couldn't go. I like to think Gianni wanted me to know that I could take as long as I needed to let him go.