Just got back from a funeral. My friend Kenny's mom passed away. It was lovely service, sad and moving.Couldn't help thinking of my dad. He passed away 12 years ago on March 9, 1996. I miss him. I miss my mom too. She's still here but she's old, so old — 90 years old and very forgetful. The aging, the dying; "life goes on, I forget just why."
Sunday's performance is dedicated to the loving memory of my beloved father Henry Soto, and to Joan Goldenberg, a wonderful spirit, mother, and friend.
And to my mother, Andy Soto, still hanging on, still here.
