The night of February 15, 2016. How did it get to be 2016. I'm fine with it but just curious as to how all this time passed without me paying more attention. My head is addled. I say that to people in a joking way I but I really mean it. Addled. I can't think or hold things for long enough to act on them.

I cried tonight when Amanda insisted I make sure John Michael has her contact information in the event something happens to me and she won't know now that have given up Facebook. I guess I need to plan my funeral. That involves Silas and Jason, a reading from A Parchment of Leaves and a song from Jason. Come All You Fair and Tender Ladies. Marianne to read a poem and comments by Amanda, some of that Shit we said stuff. I prefer a graveside service with  all that, a recording will be acceptable, they don't have to be here. Somebody can read Psalm 137:1-6. KJV. John Wayne, Susan, John Michael, and the girls can say whatever they want as long as it is short. Jane will be sad so don't make her do anything. Not sure who I want to pray. I need a picture of Theodosia in the casket with me. I want to be buried in a red blouse, cheap casket, no vault, and cover me with dirt the same way we buried Mama. In lieu of flowers (if there are any) make donation to Special Olympics. I want little flags in a flower arrangement, US, Israel, Wales. And here is the big one, and it doesn't have to be done if it makes even one person too sad. I want this done after dark, Coleman lanterns hanging on the edges of the funeral tent so I can see the shadows.

Alice
15 February 2016
Fordsville kY
11:42 pm