HE'S REALLY DEAD

It took a while for it to sink in. Worked all night, got up for mass, turns out they gave the wrong time (or no time). The parish secretary was very nice. I tried to be as noncommittal about the whole thing as I could, "he went to our high school, he taught there, he had a daughter and a couple stepchildren..." I didn't mention the fact that he had been kicked out of our school on a morals charge. Last week I said he was "one of the people I blame most for my dysfunctionality." Except the person I should really be blaming is myself. Please, G-d, no more deaths for a while.