brunobaby

Everyone brought something to eat. Some people brought their own folding chair.

I'd pulled together an iTunes playlist of Jim's favorite music and a small album of pictures of Jim through the years that we were together, but mostly what everyone was interested in was sitting and eating and talking. Later, I realized that the best memorial had been when I did an impression of Jim saying "Don't throw that out!" and everybody laughed because they remembered what Jim sounded like.

The last guest helped me take the trash into the back yard. When I got back upstairs, the apartment smelled like food that I don't buy. It was a pleasant smell, just strange, as if I were someone else.