Almost 6 weeks after his death, Jim’s son and I were going through a lock box we found in his safe. I find this envelope with “Song request to be sung at my funeral!” envelope. Luckily I was already sitting on the floor because my world came crashing down when I read this. After hundreds of little notes on my pillow, in my coffee mug, in my purse pocket, etc., I was so floored that I found one last note. I didn’t think I’d get another. I was so wrong…he saved the best for last.

I remember him talking about this song. Music was never an important thing for him–he was more of an old movie person. So I remember thinking how odd it was that he brought up a song and how much it meant to him. Little did I know.