Farewell to a friend...

It was sad, how can it not be when you lose a friend? And yet, there was also happiness in the East Chapel for the secular service to commemorate the life of Steve Horowitz. There were, I'm sure, many tears but those tears were held inside and wouldn't erupt until we were in our solitude.

Instead, there was laughter, good-natured chuckles, as we heard so many stories related by family and friends from the various aspects of Steve's amazing, and much travelled life*.

Afterwards, many of us retired to the Globe (Steve had insisted that any donations were made to the Jazz Coop) where we enjoyed a splendid buffet, shared more memories and paid our last respects. No, delete last respects. Our respect for Steve will last forever. He was one of a kind. And Sandra, if you ever need to talk, the jazz community will always be there for you. Lance

*I once asked him if he was going to a gig and he said, "Sorry, but I'll be in Russia on that date!" And the photo above was actually taken at Ned Kelly's Ĺast Stand - a Jazz Club in Hong Kong!