Bed calls. So, I will end Kerrsday Thursday, not with Jim…but with David. And not wearing a belt…but singing a “belter” and one of my favourite covers of his. Written by Jacques Brel. I don’t want the song to feel maudlin – even though it *is* about death. It’s a dedication to David, for all he gave us.
“My death waits…to allow my friends…a few good times…before it ends. So let’s drink to that…and the passing time.”