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The last time I saw Jay was over Thanksgiving break.
He and I drove out to Wendy Parent’s house to visit the animals.
Wendy offered him a choice of four different pies
and Jay had a slice of three of them.
He cleaned up after himself,
he pet the cats, he gave Wendy a soft five, and we were off.
But the party, I am sorry to say, Wendy,
really started when we got in the car.
I was blasting the soundtrack to Hair,
which was always one of Jay’s favorites and we were singing
—shouting more like it.
He was doing his bounce and flapping his fingers
and his eyes were crossing a little like they did
when he was really having a good time.
But I looked over at one point,
because it’s hard to keep your eyes on the road
when you are jamming out with Jay Turnbull,
and he looked at me right in the eyes
and he had this little smile of joy,
of contentment, and of love and I thought,
“There is God.”
There is God.
There is God.