This blog is dedicated to Allen Gay, my best friend, who is in hospice. His is a light spirit on the verge of transformation. There are no words, really, for how I feel. I defer to how he feels. He has been practicing for this main event since we met. I listen to Ralph Stanley's version of that mountain standard, "Oh Death" and find comfort in the Clinch Mountain Boys' plucky gospel. (And I highly recommend it for inspiration when facing insurmountable obstacles.)
When Allen and I talk on the phone, he sounds just like Allen, so it is semi-normal to continue the friendship as if nothing is happening, but that would be too strange. Instead I find a holy ground in songs.
Love you, Allen.
-Magdalene S-Fumato (or Susan)
