I spoke at Brian's funeral. Janet Marie sat on the floor by his coffin with a stuffed animal (I think), because he was that kind of guy. SO many beautiful flower arrangements crowded the front of the funeral home and stood around his coffin. I got him tulips one year for Valentine's Day, together with Elizabeth and Mary. He LOVED them, and when the receptionist at work called him when they arrived, he was like, "I don't know, do you think it's a bomb?" just to gently rattle her. The funeral was sort of in the format of a 12-step meeting. Tim opened the meeting with raw raw unadulterated pain in his trembling voice like i've never heard from anyone. it drove daggers of ice into my heart and mind and rained down on me like a cold, brutal, biting day in belgium. he has so much public speaking experience and training. i cannot believe his strength as he got through those early days, and as the loss of Brian spreads out from us to the ends of the earth. I ...