It's surprising how much memory is built around things unnoticed at the time. Kingsolver

 This post began on the morning of March 30, hours before the beginning of James' memorial.  Needless to say I have had a few interruptions, I hope it makes sense.  Also, for some unknown reason, I cannot insert a page break so this will appear all on one page.  If Matt gets to it, I know he will edit it correctly.

Friday March 30
The day has dawned crisp and clear, the ocean is a living thing outside my window with seagulls floating along and we have found ducks which are a sure sign of spring.  Since we are right on the ocean we don't have spring birds much, like robins and cardinals, but when it's warmer we will have a little flock of finches that nest in our grapevine.   I woke to hear the sound of internet voices from the front room and it flooded me with the memories of James in January when sleep evaded him and he would leave his computer on with documentaries from the History Channel or Top Gear reruns or, of all things, Anthony Bourdain.  He would often be asleep but sometimes would peek out from
under his hoodie and accept a cup of tea and a short visit to check in.  This morning, Matt was watching a movie and says he has only been up for a little while.  I hope so, it will be a long day.