I thought about putting this in the Border Gathering thread, but I think it would be more appropriate here.
I spent the last weekend "remembering Glenn Frey" with some very special people: Brooke, Glennsallnighter, Houston Baby, Ive always been a dreamer, and Perfect Little Sister.
After Glenn died last year, I felt very sad that there was no way I could publicly mourn him. There was no memorial service open to the public, no tribute concert by what was left of the Eagles and his musician friends that we could attend. People around me didn't understand why I would be so upset about his death. I decided I wanted to do something public and significant to honor Glenn on the year's anniversary of his death. Hence, the "Border Gathering" in Los Angeles.
On Saturday, we went to Joshua Tree and to Cap Rock, where some of the photos for their first album were taken. There, we buried a time-capsule like box with letters to Glenn and items of special significance to us.
I wrote a letter to Glenn on the same stationary I used when I wrote my first fan letter to him in 2005, right after I'd become "hard core" and had created
GlennFreyOnline. I never thought that a little over 11 years later, I'd be using it to write to him posthumously. It was several pages long, and yet it was terribly inadequate to convey all he meant to me. Still, it made me feel better to write it.
I also included a photo of me, PLS, Dreamer, and Glenn at Niagara Falls as well as a ticket stub from that night. Additionally, I slipped in a postcard I'd bought at Pebble Beach during one of those trips. Again, it made me feel better. We said some words, cried some tears, and I said a quiet prayer. I guess, in a way, it was our "memorial service."
On Sunday, after going to Dan Tana's and eating Glenn's favorite dinner, we went to see Jack Tempchin perform. He played a song he'd written for Glenn. I'm not sure what the title is - perhaps "I Never Had a Chance to Say Goodbye" - but it was lovely and brought on some more tears. It was a very appropriate way to end our trip.
I'm not sure what I'm going to do tomorrow, on the memory of the day; my heart is full.