Leaving a Legacy --DeWese
You see, like all great people, Roy was a dues payer and a bill payer. He worked hard for everything. He paid bills on time, every time for his family necessities. He also paid bills that never arrived in his mailbox. These bills were needs he saw in the community to which he gave his time and his money. His charitable contributions were legendary. People would ask, "How can any man be this good, this generous?" Roy never gave in order to gain. He gave because he saw it was his responsibility.
This was a man who could carry a sick infant back and forth all night long and never complain. His grandchildren and great-grandchildren felt his love and his goodness.
Roy's eulogy has gotten me to thinking about my own eulogy. It's too late for me to conjure up all the goodness that Roy had. I think I'll just write and record my own "statement" ahead of time so there's no lying. I don't want credit for anything I didn't do. Furthermore, I want to make sure I fess up some stuff. I'd like to explain that night in the New Orleans French Quarter when I couldn't find the car or the hotel.
You have got a chance to build a great eulogy for yourself. I think you have to do it day by day. It's almost all in this column. Roy taught me most of it.
Did I mention his loyalty? I probably forgot to mention his love. I hope I said something about his courage. Did I happen to mention he could have been a perfect 42 regular, male model?
There was a big buffet party at his country club after the funeral service. A lot of his golf buddies have already gone on to play that great Augusta National in the sky where every round is under par. But, one spry 85-year-old golf buddy sidled up to me and said, "Harris, when you talked about his courage, you didn't mention that he was terrified of a four-foot putt."