Last Sunday Lisa I attended a backyard jam/potluck in Gary’s honor. I was too broken up to play… because I’m known in this group for singing “Doctor My Eyes,” and I knew I’d never make it to the chorus without choking. The last message I got from Gary was that he had just heard that song on his iPhone, and it made him think about me. I told him that now I’d think about him every time I heard it.
So, that’s all she wrote. My best pal is gone. Gary’s wife (not Gary, however) had become a member of Jehovah’s Witnesses some time after they were married, and JW’s don’t go in for flashy funerals, so it appears there won’t be one. There’s some talk about a more formal memorial in the weeks to come, organized by his musical friends. In the meantime, I have to find some players that are just a little better than I am, ‘cause I’m gonna go a little nuts without the Taco Tuesday Band.