My cousin Tosca arrived late in the night from Vancouver, and the three of us stayed up ’til all hours working on preparations for the memorial. There’s a lot of material to assemble, people to coordinate, decisions to make. I think of David constantly, for I’m surrounded by artifacts of his life. The objective is to celebrate — consequently, grief is suppressed/postponed — but I have moments of agony now and again that threaten to surface.
I managed to finish the memorial program. It’s being printed at Llewellyn & McKane, where David worked for eight years. I know this is hard on everyone, especially his colleagues who saw David five days a week. When you see a person that often, they become part of your family.
David and I worked on our wedding program together, as we did with everything else. And as with any partnership, not having mine here to consult with — especially when the event centres around him — leaves me with an empty feeling. But, I’m not doing this half-heartedly, because David deserves nothing less than the best tribute I can give him.
