Rob left his guitar here. I just noticed it sitting on the floor. He came over last night and as another storm raged outside, he sat on the corner of my bed and serenaded me. He sang Johnny Cash, Cat Stevens, Gordon Lightfoot and others. When he sang Cat Steven’s Father and Son, I was transported back to another time in my life. I remember listening to that song as I sat on the edge of a bathtub in a shitty Berlin apartment. It was my last night in Berlin and I locked myself in the bathroom to get privacy. I was struggling with the decision of throwing away my plane ticket and staying in Berlin or taking the plane back to Philadelphia. From outside the bathroom, I could hear Father and Son playing and I heard the lyric, “Now there’s a way and I know that I have to go away/ I know I have to go.” I interpreted that to mean it was time for me to move on and get on with my life in Philadelphia and not Berlin. I remember sitting on that bathtub ledge and crying and crying. At that moment, I had no clue what the future would hold for me. I know now that I made the right decision. Thank goodness for Yusuf Islam!

This afternoon I went to Judy’s funeral service. It was held in the chapel at the Shrine of Czestochowa. It was a nice service except the acoustics were terrible and I had a very hard time hearing the priests. What a summer, first George and now Judy. Both from cancer. It’s so sad.