[The Rez]

Hang on, I'll get round to it . . .

When Elvis died, I went to the gig that night and pounded that Ol' Piana for all
she was worth. A whole night of Elvis - and never ran outta tunes.

When Brother Ray passed, I did the same thing. That night I broke two Ol' Piana *bass* strings. A whole night of Brother Ray - and never ran outta tunes.

Being Caregiver for Mama, when John went Home I didn't have a gig to go or an
Ol' Piana to pound. So, I took my Ol' 69 Ovation steel string outside for about
3hrs of Backyard Buskin' - and never ran outta tunes. [busted 5 outta 6 strings]

My way ain't your way [and the other way round] when Grievin' Time comes.
For me, it was Holy Damn to end up w/ bloodied fingers and the voice of
Froggy the Gremlin.

OK, I'm round to it . . .

My friends, we sent Truckloads of Pixie Dust; Good Vibes; and Arrow Prayers;
in Hope-Beyond-Hope for John's healing. The Healing came - The River Sang.
Not in the way we would have chosen - but it came, sure as your born.
Our Hearts were Heard.

You see, John no longer has Alzheimer's Disease; he no longer is plagued by
That Awful Thing that would have taken him from us w/o taking him from us;
and the other maladies that were taking their toll. Not *out of his misery* - *Healed* [same-same Elvis & Brother Ray]

The Tall Man is standing whole once again. That is my Belief. Not wish . . .
wishes are fleeting. But Hope - Hope is Rock Solid. Johnny Moonlight has been granted the ultimate Reason to Rise.

Grieve as you need - I'll grieve as I must. But, when Grievin' Time is thru, turn it up to 10 and blow the walls outta the place - and come away w/ bloodied fingers and
a Froggy the Gremlin voice.

Think New Orleans; the flouncing white handkerchieves; the tassled umbrellas; the Brass Band; "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot" - and then turn round. Give a Tip-o-the-Topper; and commence to Dance down the Boulevard:

As The Saints Go Marchin' In [drum's too close, drum's too close]

Blessed Peace,

Rex

He died like The Eagle - Facing the Sun
[Isaiah 40:31]