Smitty called the other night. I didn't write about it then because, well, because I just couldn't.
Smitty was Dan' best friend. He knew Dan when things weren't goin' too good for Dan. And he knew him when Dan got it together. He was there when I wasn't and knows things that I don't.
So talking to him is always a revelation. Plus I love him dearly.
He is coming to California for the Vocal Arts concert on the third of December. He will be in the Mission and he will here the last song that Dan ever heard us sing--Shubert's Ave Maria.
Only this time, my son-in-law will be singing the solo. He was suppose to do that last year because his mom was there. (She hadn't heard him sing in concert for 20 years!) But he had pneumonia and could squeak out a note. He was crushed.
Ten days after that concert last year, Dan was gone. And in April Jed's mother died.
Jed will be singing to them this year. And Smitty will be there.
Even in rehearsal, I fight tears. This is gonna be a tough one.
But Smitty will be there as will a bunch of my friends.
This concert, in my mind, is for Dan.
I think he has a ticket.......