1:47 p.m. Thursday, January 25th, 2007.
I remembered last night why it is that funerals are always held in the morning; no one sleeps the night before.
Tomorrow morning is the funeral. I have to pull myself together here, to catch a couple of trains back to San Jose, to stay with family. Then, tomorrow, I set foot inside a church for the first time since the last time I said goodbye to a friend.
That's not long enough.
