Memorial for Iain Phillips

Yesterday's occupation was the memorial service for Rohahes Iain Phillips. I had surprisingly little to do with this event, in comparison with other events and with other people at this one.

Mostly I carried things, and made sure that some folks got fed and that other folks got where they were supposed to, and didn't panic. I did play one piece with Heidi. In comparison, she dealt with a lot of the music, played a number of different instruments, sang, made biscuits, made lists, and didn't swear at the people who were being difficult. Well, person. Hardly at all.

In all it went well. I was pleasantly surprised to see some folks that I hadn't expected (one of my cousins (who was there mostly to support me (which I hugely appreciate), for example), and many other folks that I hadn't known knew Iain). I've given up on being surprised at the people that knew him.

I want to thank all the folks that had anything to do with the service. I know that you might not feel like you did very much, but just knowing that you were there and that we could count on you made a whole bunch of folks calmer. Yes, this is directed at the folk who phoned to offer help, those who showed up, those who did things, those who offered to do things and I never got back to, those who did things that I didn't notice, and those who couldn't make it.

Thank you.

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I just reread the stuff above, and realized that some of it doesn't make sense. I don't care.