Warren Zevon passed away last night. I listened to his last album that night for the first time before I knew he passed. I was immediately drawn to the last song "Keep Me In Your Heart". In fact is was the only song I listened to all the way thru. I was blown away. Moved to tears and all that shit.


I was reminded that my brother's only request when he dies is to have "Take Me Home" by Phil Collins played at his funeral. I knew this song was that kind of song.


I had just watched the VH1 special on him and was really moved be certain parts. One was his comments on the fans who felt he was a hero because he wasn't persuing treatment for the cancer. He said "I feelit's a sin to not want to live". WOW! The other part that got me was when he was sitting there with his hand on his pregnant daughters belly as she tells him her son Augustus' middle name would be Warren. There was a cheapness to it because the camera was kind of invading that human moment but it was real. The look in his eye was.....


As painful as it is to watch someone die like that, it is also an honor to me to be allowed to see them live. When my grandfather died last year (the day after my brother's wedding, I was fortunate to see him two days earlier (friday) at the hospital with my grandmother. Iwas the only other person in the room and it was if all his pain was gone and his mind was clear and he could just talk to her. He looked at her and said "Hey kid, how you doing?". There wasn't any facade there. It was just about one boy telling one girl that after over 60 years together he still loved her.


How can that not move you. I think if you can manage to see without looking, sometimes you can just see people living.


Goodbye Warren and goodbye Grandpa, I miss you.