Spent the evening with my best friend Stephen (who, like me, was a member of the chorus from the very beginning, and who also took last year as a year off)... we were supposed to go to the baseball game tonight, but neither of us really felt like it, so we just sat and talked about Scott and other things. I think I needed the big hug and the conversation more anyways.
The chorus is singing Ave Maria at Scott's funeral on Monday, a choral piece I already know and have performed, so I've changed my mind and I am singing. We're going to get up there and sing for the friends and family and students and fellow teachers and musicians and choristers of the man who was our musical director, our conductor, our leader.
Don't expect anything coherent from me for the next few days. I might not blog at all or I might binge-blog. I don't know what I'm going to do. Whatever happens now, happens. But I'm singing.