When our life is in it's final moments all the houses, boats, aeroplanes, cars we've owned and all the money we have made is put into true perspective...meaningless ****.
What is important is the true love we have shared and received and the life lessons we have passed on to our children....the deep friendships we have experienced...the joy of the human condition in all it's finest.
To have lived life honourably, loved and been loved in return is all that counts when you face those final moments on this earth.
Duke you lived well, loved well and died well....surrounded by thousands of people who loved and respected you.
I have this mental image of you sitting on a rock in a forest...all burnt out except the little bit of green surrounding you...getting a haircut from a beautiful angel.... Inspiration.
Chuckles