Can You Hear This?

For any of you that have missed me and my posted goings-on, rest assured, I did not fall off the face of the planet. (Although, there are times when the words “stop the world ’cause I want off’ do come to mind.) I just got busy writing about issues that don’t lend themselves really well to humor—not even my very ‘tongue in cheek’ style.

As I’ve researched and written about the current credit crisis, the lack of financial literacy in our country and many of the legislative and regulatory documents flying around in various areas of the government, I realized I must remember all for which I have to be thankful!

So I made a list of some of the many of the things for which I’m grateful. I’m sharing it with you in the hopes that you find things there for which you are grateful or a reminder of something you forgot to feel thankful for this year. I wish you all a very happy and safe Thanksgiving holiday! Cheers!

I am grateful/thankful for:

1. My precious pups. They love me no matter what my appearance, mood, weight or age. Such unconditional love is a wonderful gift to receive on a daily basis and the best anti-depressant, stress-reliever, mood-enhancer in the world. Forget drugs, people, go down to your local SPCA and let some adorable fur-ball adopt you as his/her very own person!!!

2. My wonderful Darlin’ Boy. Defined as ‘the most wonderful man in the world’—having gone through quite a few toads, trust me on this, I know wherefore I speak.

3. My son Beau. Despite his never-ending teenage belief that he has it all figured out and I woke up dumb as a rock this morning, he ia still a great kid, a good student and has a kind, compassionate nature.

4. My new nephew–KJ. I haven’t even met him in person yet and I’m already in love. He’s adorable.

5. The rest of my family which is mostly healthy, happy and doing well.

6. My most excellent Southern friends. They love you no matter whether you’re being good, bad or going crazy. And if you’re going crazy, they aren’t afraid to come along for the ride and keep you company.

7. My business friends and associates. They are a constant source of support and an invaluable resource no matter what the challenge posed. Thanks!

8. My good and continually improving health.

9. The constant reminders I’ve had this year of how much I’ve grown, how far I’ve come and the knowledge that I will continue to succeed in my life’s pursuits.

10. The luxury of choice. A freedom which not all have but to which most aspire.

Choose to be thankful, successful, wealthy, happy and free and you will find it so.

Funerals in the South are an event. More often than not, it’s like attending a family reunion or a party—with everyone wearing “church” clothes. Funeral food is some of the best southern cooking you can get. The commitment to making that perfect “funeral” dish and delivering it to the bereaved is a hallmark of great Southern cooks. (The really savvy ones deliver their creation in a dish that already has their name afixed to the side with masking tape to ensure the bereaved don’t have to worry about which dish belongs to which cook when it’s time to return them.)
In addition to providing the family with wonderful food, everyone takes time to tell those closest to the deceased some anecdote involving their dearly departed. Depending on just how eccentric or crazy the deceased had been, the stories can elicit a chuckle or have the entire company rolling in the floor laughing hysterically while tears flow down their faces.

In the case of the following obituary, the deceased told his own story. Apparently, he wrote it himself a few months prior to his unexpected death as the result of a car crash. I know his wife. She’s a formidable woman of high stature in the community. Despite the surprise of many of us who know her, she followed her husband’s wishes and sent his obituary to the local paper to be printed just as he wrote it. Talk about having the ultimate last word. This is it!
The paper *censored* some parts of the original text. Otherwise, the following is just as it was printed:

Frederic Arthur (Fred) Clark

Fred, who had tired of reading obituaries noting other’s courageous battles with this or that disease, wanted it known that he lost his battle as a result of an automobile accident on June 18, 2006. True to Fred’s personal style, his final hours were spent joking with medical personnel while he whimpered, cussed, begged for narcotics and bargained with God to look over his wife and kids. He loved his family. His heart beat faster when his wife of 37 years Alice Rennie Clark entered the room and saddened a little when she left. His legacy was the good works performed by his sons, Frederic Arthur Clark III and Andrew Douglas Clark MD, PhD., along with Andy’s wife, Sara Morgan Clark. Fred’s back straightened and chest puffed out when he heard the Star Spangled Banner and his eyes teared when he heard Amazing Grace. He wouldn’t abide self important tight *censored*. Always an interested observer of politics, particularly what the process does to its participants, he was amused by politician’s outrage when we lie to them and amazed at what the voters would tolerate. His final wishes were “throw the bums out and don’t elect lawyers” (though it seems to make little difference). During his life he excelled at mediocrity. He loved to hear and tell jokes, especially short ones due to his limited attention span. He had a life long love affair with bacon, butter, cigars and bourbon. You always knew what Fred was thinking much to the dismay of his friend and family. His sons said of Fred, “he was often wrong, but never in doubt”. When his family was asked what they remembered about Fred, they fondly recalled how Fred never peed in the shower - on purpose. He died at MCV Hospital and sadly was deprived of his final wish which was to be run over by a beer truck on the way to the liquor store to buy booze for a double date to include his wife, Rush Limbaugh and Ann Coulter to crash an ACLU cocktail party. In lieu of flowers, Fred asks that you make a sizable purchase at your local ABC store or Virginia winery (please, nothing French - the *censored*) and get rip roaring drunk at home with someone you love or hope to make love to. Word of caution though, don’t go out in public to drink because of the alcohol related laws our elected officials have passed due to their inexplicable terror at the sight of a MADD lobbyist and overwhelming compulsion to meddle in our lives. No funeral or service is planned. However, a party will be held to celebrate Fred’s life. It will be held in Midlothian, Va. Email fredsmemory@yahoo.com for more information. Fred’s ashes will be fired from his favorite cannon at a private party on the Great Wicomico River where he had a home for 25 years. Additionally, all of Fred’s friend (sic) will be asked to gather in a phone booth, to be designated in the future, to have a drink and wonder, “Fred who?”
Published in the Richmond Times-Dispatch on 7/9/2006.