6:13 p.m. - September 20, 2005
I have known Gil my entire life; he and his wife babysat me. I was their youngest son's teacher for a year. My heart goes out to the whole family and selfishly I note my own grief: Gil would always tousle my hair and chide me for using so much gel. My own father has never tousled my hair.
In my late 20s now and I always looked forward to seeing Gil just to feel that human contact.
I've been asked to interpret the funeral. What if I break my code and start crying in front of people? I worry I will.