more driving!

from duke, i drove up to roanoke to see friends and get loved on by my little boy, michael. where does the time go? (where does the hair go?!)

got word that dad's younger brother, eddie, had died doing one of his favorite things: lounging around in bed reading. that's a good way to go, i think.

on the way to atlanta for the funeral, the radio played dr. king's drum major sermon in which he gives some thought to his own funeral. he lists several things he does not want mentioned, his nobel prize, for example, and says "I'd like for somebody to say that day that Martin Luther King, Jr., tried to love somebody."

always good to be reminded that life is short and we must live the way we'd like to be remembered.