Too Much to Write and Eyelids Too Heavy

Sadness. Punchy’s paternal grandpa died from cardiac arrest, age 55. Her daddy, the  grandpa’s son, died when Punch was a baby. A lot for that little lady to soldier through. And Sis and I cried at Waveny on Farm Road in New Canaan, CT today at a beautiful group memorial service. Don attended adult day care there for one or two days a week for the last year and a half of his life. We all released white dove-shaped balloons in the pretty garden. BTW, Ina Garten writes fondly about Waveny—I believe her father was there—in Cooking for Jeffrey. More tomorrow.