So while we do our thing today: toasting, telling stories, remembering, I have no doubt that this is what, appropriately and softly, be floating through my mind.
"...With a holy host of others standing round me
Still I'm on the dark side of the moon
And it seems like it goes on like this forever
You must forgive me
If I'm up and gone to Carolina in my mind
In my mind I'm goin' to Carolina
Can't you see the sunshine
Can't you just feel the moonshine
Maybe just like a friend of mine
It hit me from behind
Yes, I'm goin' to Carolina in my mind."
Because, truly, if there is a heaven, I have no doubt it is the shores of Carolina, and his feet are in the surf.