
This post is for a dear one I have the privilege of calling friend. This past weekend she lost her father at the age of 59 and I couldn't be there in person to hold her and cry with her. I was there in spirit and when I read her text message to me that "Dad is gone" tears instantly filled my eyes.
I had the distinct privilege to have met Ed and Sue when they visited Las Vegas last year. Christine called me and asked if I could get them in to see Celine. Christine wanted her parents to experience something as amazing as the show. I didn't promise but I checked with my friend J. Stan to see what he could do.
I met Christine's parents at Excalibur, picked them up in my Jeep and drove them down to Caesars Palace to meet up with J. Stan and would meet them after the show was over. All I can say is amazing, they were the nicest people, salt of the earth that you'd ever want to meet. Ed and I laughed as Sue was trying to keep her hair looking good as I drove them down the strip with the doors off the Jeep and the top down.
I was excited for them because I knew what they were about to experience. I've seen the show many times and I knew the passion J. Stan has in the show and his tour after the show of the stage and behind the scenes is really the highlight for me. I love to watch him show people around, and watch the passion and conviction come out of him. He's got a heart bigger than the State of Nevada and I knew I was leaving Ed and Sue in great hands.
When the show was over, I can't tell you the joy I had to hear their experience and thanking me for something I really didn't feel I had much to do with. I am thankful that I had the opportunity to meet Ed in that brief period of time and let him and Sue both know what a wonderful, loving, caring daughter they have. My heart and prayers go out to you in these darkest hours for your entire family. Here's a poem I found and believe Ed would probably say to those of us left to carry on his memory.
I’m sorry that I had to leave you.
A distant voice called me away.
There was so much left for us to share,
so much we never got to say.
But all my pain is far behind me,
confusion finally laid to rest.
I hope my life here had a reason.
What you do now will be the test.
I died too early, but I always knew I would.
I lived life the way I wanted,
and always looked for something
good in everyone.
As I look down upon you now,
my hopes for you are still so strong.
Better to have loved and lost,
but we haven’t lost for long.
Don’t cry for me, beloved friends.
I've risen beyond this world of fear.
Hold my friendship in your memory,
and always know that I am near.
I know the grief will nearly kill you.
Dry your eyes, and carry on.
Remember me,
for through your lives,
my spirit will live on.