Okay, she died today. Sort of like how Reagan died but not
as long, for which I am grateful. I am glad to see her out
of her suffering. So we have to go back to Michigan soon and
attend the mass and all. It hasn't hit me yet. An old friend
and a good singer at the church has agreed to sing Let It
Be: I hope there is no offense to my brothers. I don't get
why that song would be offensive but whatever.,but there is
some friction. But I don't care: Gordie is a good singer and
he works with the musicians at the church. It hasn't quite
hit me yet. Her name was Mary.
When I find myself in times of trouble Mother Mary comes to
me Speaking words of wisdom, let it be .And in my hour of
darkness She is standing right in front of me Speaking words
of wisdom, let it be Let it be, let it be .Whisper words of
wisdom, let it be .And when the broken hearted people Living
in the world agree, There will be an answer, let it be .For
though they may be parted there is Still a chance that they
will see There will be an answer, let it be. Let it be, let
it be. YeahThere will be an answer, let it be. And when the
night is cloudy, There is still a light that shines on me,
Shine on until tomorrow, let it be I wake up to the sound of
music Mother Mary comes to me Speaking words of wisdom, let
it be.Let it be, let it be .There will be an answer, let it
be.Let it be,