Jay Valencia would have loved the community tribute organized by his friends at FACLA.
It had decorum and dash that were his special style — it was both style and spontaneous.
There were children, all his loyal friends, politicians, civic leaders and members of the media.
The weather was clear and crisp, as he would’ve wanted it to be.
There were no political speeches. It was a supple day with so much pathos and unexplained quietness — simply a day when all tried to express their personal grief.