Goodbye... for now, at least

When thinking about this blog, words from part of a song keep running through my head. “We’ll meet again, don’t know where, don’t know when... But I know we’ll meet again some sunny day”. Honestly, I never thought this little thing of ours would last as long as it did. It started, like most of my best ideas, as somewhat of a joke. I never really advertised my blog, but more and more people seemed to find it. I must admit, I always got a kick out of getting feedback on a post from someone I didn’t know was reading this blog. I wish I could post on here like I did in the past. Not just the number of posts, but the content of the posts. I still think some good stuff... I just don’t have time to share it on here. Children & work keep getting in the way... and while I, like you, think this blog should come first, The Wife & my boss disagree.

Before I step away, I would like to say a childhood friend of mine (Michelle) died a couple of days ago. She had cancer, I believe, and put up one heck of a fight this past year. I lost touch with Michelle when she moved away when we were young, so I can’t say we were close. Still, she was my age... in better health than me (at least until the cancer got to her) and now she is gone. That’s been hard for me. Still, this past year Michelle put up one heck of a fight & the faith she showed was nothing short of inspiring.

I don’t want to end on a sad note, so allow me to point out just how correct I was when I said that if Clemson wanted to win (at football... or any sport, for that matter) they would hire Tony Elliott as a coach. I was told that I’m biased (& I am)... but being biased doesn’t mean I’m wrong. I knew this about Tony over 20 years ago, but first went on record about it when my cousin Louis interviewed me for an article he was writing on Tony back in 2003. I said then that Tony Elliott was a winner, plain & simple. I’m not sure I’ve ever been more right about something in my life.

I also want to remind you to support our Walk to End Alzheimer’s each year until there is a cure or until I die. And, if I should die before a cure is found, I hope one of you steps into the Captain spot & keeps Team I’m just sayin... going. My hope, as always, is that this is the year. But if it isn’t, then I shall keep the fight up & hope for next year. I will not lose hope. I will not lose faith. My love for those who have fought (& those who are fighting) this disease is too great.

Until we meet again, my friends, remember to choose joy & expect miracles.