... and pretend it's good.

My cousin Preston died three years ago today. Well, it's not a leap year, so I'll let these ambiguous hours when you're not quite sure what counts as today and what counts as yesterday stand for the 29th of February.

After a hundred unsatisfactory attempts to put to paper or conversation Preston's funeral and the time I spent there, I think I'll just tell you what it means to me this way:

Sing loud.