When the night is cloudy

As that same Beatles song goes:

And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light that shines on me
Shine until tomorrow, let it be...

Jo
072912

mourning has broken

It occurred to me that my last post here was when my Dad died. 40 days has passed, and Catholic custom dictates that his passing be commemorated.

Me and my Mom were talking about this, on how we should follow religious custom. But Dad wasn’t a religious man. He believed in God, but not the Catholic Church.

So I’ll just commemorate this day in my own way.

Dad will understand.

But will other people? In the words of The Beatles:

When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be…

Dad digged The Beatles. And Mary too.

jordan
072812

*virgin mary sticker at taxi window along north avenue.