Niagara Gazette — I think that I have done a lot in life and have helped an awful lot of people along the way. People will forget those things; I forget many of them, myself. One day, along with countless other names, someone will etch mine into the stone face of a monument somewhere, where thereafter people will forget it. Also forgotten will be the yellow and fading newspapers whereupon my words are written. What of those echoes of my soul that are now on Google searches? Those successive waves of data terabytes that herald others who have recently done much more than I could ever dream to do will drown them all.
And it is only fitting that those things happen; because in this life that we share with each other, most others will forget those things that nearly all of us have done. However, what they will remember best, as Randy Lewis implied in his words about Patty Page, is how we soothingly made them and others feel – feel about themselves and feel about others; even those people whom we will never meet.
I encounter many experiences in life, hailing from the country roots of my soul and the amplifying echoes of the music of the coal mines and of cane fields from where my parents came. We all do. But I will cherish most those soothing feelings of how Patty Page, and others, made me feel in life, and what she made me feel about others. When I enter that granite garden for the last time, when I am placed beneath that small monument, near where my parents now rest – that monument where just my name appears - my soul will carry those feelings with me. It is only there that I will finally and fully understand the answer to Booker’s question: why I did what I did in life. There, when I am with my parents again, hushed and still, and sharing, among other things, the soothing echoes of Patti Page.
We should all find ourselves honestly making someone’s heart sing today, making them feel good about themselves; like Patty Page once did.Contact Ken Hamilton at firstname.lastname@example.org.