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Shine Until Tomorrow
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The Santa Monica Mountains this morning were shrouded in mist and fog; it was almost mystical. My running partner and I often talk and solve the world's problems, but sometimes we are quiet, and we just run.

This morning, while we were quiet, a figure appeared in mist in front us, apparition-like. Turned out it was someone walking on the path, and she was wearing a shirt that said "Shine Until Tomorrow," a line from the Beatles' "Let It Be."

Ever since I heard "Let It Be" playing at Peter's memorial service, it feels like he is speaking to me when I hear that song.

"When I find myself in times of trouble, mother Mary comes to me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be.
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree,
there will be an answer, let it be.
For though they may be parted there is still a chance that they will see,
there will be an answer. let it be.

Let it be, let it be, .....

And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light, that shines on me,
shine until tomorrow, let it be.
I wake up to the sound of music, mother Mary comes to me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be. "

In my hour of darkness, it wasn't Mother Mary standing right in front of me; it was Holly. And of course, it was my friends Steve and Ivan (who dropped everything and flew in to help) who, together with Holly, were all standing right in front of me, speaking words of wisdom, and holding me up, literally and metaphorically.

On the drive back from the mountains today, I saw an Orowheat truck on the 405. Peter worked for Orowheat for a couple years when I was kid in Palo Alto, and sometimes there wasn't a whole lot to eat besides the day-old bread he got to bring home as a perk. So I have fond memories of Orowheat.

The truck today had a big picture on the side, of a field of golden wheat...for all these years, I never thought about where the name came from, and I got it today when I saw the truck. "Oro" is "gold" in Spanish, so the company is "Golden Wheat." This is is the kind of thing I would have called Peter about in half a second--just to tell him that I finally got it and ask if he knew. But of course, I couldn't call and it was a stark reminder that giant holes in the heart don't mend quickly.


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