Life’ll Kill Ya

I’ve been obsessing a bit over the last song on Life’ll Kill Ya, “Don’t Let Us Get Sick.” It’s a pretty simple song, but it’s really powerful. at least it is to me right now. It seems dark and pessimistic at first, but there’s a ray of hope at the end.

Warren Zevon

I started listening to Warren Zevon’s Life’ll Kill Ya a few days ago. I initially assumed this was written not long after he found out he had cancer, but apparently not. This album came out in 2000, and he didn’t find out about the cancer until 2002. Still, he seems to be thinking about death a lot here. “Requiscat in Pace.”

Patrick’s service

Patrick’s service was Friday night. It went well, with a whole lot of people attending. I barely made it in time, though, due to some really bad traffic on 287 and the Parkway. I may also be in trouble with a few people, since I managed to misidentify a few relatives, in one case mistaking someone for her mother. Oops. At least I remembered to bring the prayer cards.

Heather posted a link to a fairly lengthy, and surprisingly accurate, obit in the Ledger that ran yesterday. Her web site was mentioned, which probably upped her hit count a bit, and elicited a number of comments in her guest book. Browsing through those, I noticed one from Pat’s childhood friend, Frank Gural, who I hadn’t thought about in years. I remember that Pat was friends with Frank and his twin brother, whose name I can’t quite remember. (Maybe Joe?)

I noticed the hit count for my page going up a bit in the last few days too, probably due to people clicking on the “Andy Huey” link on heatherandpatrick.com. This kind of made me feel like I needed to post something intelligent. This is the best I can do for now. It still hasn’t completely sunk in yet that I won’t be able to ask him if he liked the Crisis on Infinite Earths comic that I gave him for Christmas, or talk to him about Return of the King, or ask him for help on Neverwinter Nights, or any of that stuff. I won’t be able to tell him to check out Philip Pullman’s books. I won’t be able to ask him questions about setting up PHP and Movable Type. I won’t be able to roll my eyes and groan at all the cutesy cat stuff on his web page…