A Border town

Today was the day my friend was buried. I was finishing the last show of the day at just the same time as his funeral was begining. What a way to spend the day though. A first for Moldova, many , many kids praying with us at the end of the first show. The final show all teenagers, man did they laugh, did they listen. I could not help but think of Mike watching us with a big cheesy grin, saying not bad BOY, in that redneck way only he could. I would not rather have been anywhere else today. Being with my family at the funeral would have been nice though, it did not compare with what we saw.
The thinking about the loss about what has happened will wait to next week when i get home.