Jay is being buried today in Memphis. I wish I could be there and yet would feel completely lost. It's hard for me to imagine him lying still. It is mind-boggling to think that there will be no more antics; slow, sly grins; loping across the room; no more of the frenetic energy that spills out onto everyone else. No more electrifying performances. Worst yet, I can't even quite understand why I feel like the wind was knocked out of me on Wed and I still can't catch my breath.
RIP one of the most energetic Memphis musicians I ever had a chance to meet. Thanks for the Ben and Jerry's, the seemingly never-ending supply of music and the magnificent photo ops. You'll be sorely missed around the Millionaire household.
I can't find the photo I want, so here is a previously unpublished one.
My husband is one of those uber-intelligent guys whose job nearly takes programming degree to even understand what he does. He chose to move around within the company so he could be home more for his kiddos and me. The Millionaire gets to work from home a lot and this is what it looks like. I love it, I wasn't sure if I would, but I do. And this? This is the embodiment of everything that attracts me to the Millionaire.