Today was filled with phone calls and google searches, making arrangements for a party to celebrate Barb's life. I called venues like historic theaters and art galleries and the Kansas City Library. I talked to caterers and musicians and linen suppliers.
Evaluating the options, I'd think, "Barb loves that gallery!" or "She'd love to see her name on that theatre marquee!" And then I'd remember.
In one way, I want to make this the best possible party. In another, the details simply don't matter.