His death has consumed my thoughts. He wouldn't want me to be depressed about it. I'm not perfect. But I promise I will find my own Mississippi Mud beer, my own football game and my own submarine sandwich. I'm going to learn how to enjoy every little thing life has to offer.
Life is too short for pettiness.
When I heard he died in a casino, I hoped he had the chance to see one last '50s revue and gamble a little in the slot machines.