A terrible, yet not unexpected blow after a long decline of not recovering from a Stem Cell transplant. The funeral was yesterday; it was the most intense experience. I was asked to fold the flag with my brother-in-law, our last service to Colonel LM Rodriguez, USAF. My mother-in-law had asked me if I would play some music at the reception for the family. She specifically requested "Perfect" by Ed Sheeran. I would do basically anything for her, so I got down to it and learned the thing. I brought all the gear with me. Mixer, mics, amp, etc. my home studio equipment makes a more than passable Karaoke rig. Which is what I hoped everyone might get into, and which turned out to be a really beautiful thing ro remember him in song. But first I had to play. I'm certainly no stranger to gigs and playing in front of people. But always in a group. Never before have I found myself up there all alone. Never at all in such a circumstance, grieving, in mourning. In front of everyone I love who feels just the same. It was the most naked, vulnerable and raw I have ever felt. I began to play, a careful, hesitant beginning rapidly giving way to totally connecting with my feelings through my strings. I felt like Kurt looked on Unplugged. I poured everything I had into that song. It was one of the most powerful moments of my life. Mamà was in tears, I was weeping openly by the last 8 bars. Für solche Tränen muss man sich nicht schämen. (For such tears must one not feel ashamed of himself). Anyway, that's the story. I just really wanted to share it here, with my peers, because I think you guys are the only ones who will truly know what it mes t to me. Peace, and Stay Around Longer.