Yes, I am here, too. What a send off I got, but not nearly as wonderful as what greeted me on this side. Who would have thought that I would wake up one morning and then die that day? I sure didn’t, even though I didn’t feel very well for the last day, I still didn’t think that I was going to die!
Honey, I am okay. Kids… don’t forget me. And what ever you do, remember me as I really was, not what the mags said. Dad was a whole different man than the portrayal of me that the press loved to talk about.
For the rest of you, thanks for the long run. As Johnny said before me, I was a lucky man because I got to do what I loved every day of my life. If I had only one thing to say that I was most glad about is that I felt blessed that I could get up in the morning and know that today was going to be fun and I was going to be happy in it. WOW! Even the last day wasn’t so bad.
For good or bad, I made my own decisions. Sometimes others didn’t like what I decided, but as I look back, if I erred one way or another it was that I didn’t make enough decisions that were for my own good, rather than someone else’s. That doesn’t mean that I shouldn’t have been a nice guy, it just means that I should have been a nice guy to myself and my family more often than I was to strangers. I see now from this side, that God takes care of us better than I thought He did. I could have left more up to Him and what he was intuiting to me.
This is neat, being able to give a message to all of you through Barbara and Trudy. Who knows what wonderful things will happen when we get used to calling each other up.
Thanks for the chat.