Dearly beloved,
We are gathered
here today to get through this thing called life.
Electric word: Life.
It means forever
and that's a mighty long time.
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| There are better tributes out there. But this one is mine. |
Remember
to go crazy this weekend, party like it’s 1999, jump in that little red
Corvette, and don’t worry about being too demanding or never satisfied—it’s
what Prince would have wanted.
The
Eiffel Tower, and numerous other landmarks turned purple yesterday. Niagara Falls was actually in celebration QueenElizabeth II birthday. I don’t want to
say a “happy coincidence” because there’s nothing good about a 57 year-old
dying—royalty or not.
If
there’s an upside, it’s multi-faceted. Introspection,
retrospection, a shared sense of community, and perhaps a celebration of
life. The death of celebrities,
especially those we cared about, or remember fondly, or simply remember because
they were part of the cultural tapestry of our youth, brings us back to a
relative reality—we’re all mortal.
No
one gets out of this life alive.
The
only good part of that is the sense of urgency that places on what we’re
about. Today, I’m picking up my pen
(i.e. keyboard) and getting back to work on my third book. I won’t have much of a legacy to leave my
boys, but I’ll be damned if I’m not going to get a few more books out of me
before they pry the mouse from my cold dead hand.
You don’t have to
be rich, to be my girl
You don’t have to
be
Don’t have to be
cool
To rule my world
Ain’t no
particular sign I’m more compatible with
I just want your
extra time and your
Kiss!
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