Public weeping... yet again

I hadn't originally planned to go to the short Sacred Harp workshop they do at the Fox Valley Folk Festival this year, but given that the alternative was going to be me alone in the house all day, I decided to be brave and go for the second session this afternoon.  I've never been to that festival without Jerry before, and it hurt as much as everything else without him does, but I thought I'd be okay as long as I fled if anyone called 77t.  No one did, but when Debbie and David led 163b for a number of local singers who have died, and Jerry was the last of the four people they named, the crying began and lasted through the entire song.  I didn't mean to upset anyone - it was so unexpected for me to be there that they never even thought about it until they caught sight of me halfway through the song, and I felt bad that they felt bad about it.  And I don't really mind it happening - I know it's going to keep happening for a long time yet.  It's really only the complete breakdown that happens with 77t that's unnerving.

But look at the photo I posted yesterday, of Jerry at that singing workshop four years ago.  How can a world without that face in it not be a cause for tears?