If I knew that I would get so many hits when I wrote about Dylan I would have written more and also better stuff. He really was a great guy and his wife, Emily, is an amazing woman. They are both close to my heart this week.
Yesterday was the funeral and I got a zipcar and filled it with people who cared about Dylan to head to the cemetery. many great things were said and stories were shared. My friend Doug made this post about it that sums up so much:
Everyone hushed as she stood. One rose for the pine box. What she said broke my heart. The courage of a father to grab the first handful of earth. The people we bury, the things we carry. A lifetime to think about it, shifting weight. “Dylan’s body is in the ground. But Dylan? He’s in all of us.”
It is true, there is a bit of Dylan in all of the people he touched. I have always said of my lost friends that we keep a bit of them alive by sharing their stories.