I tried to pull on the cap, settled for it sitting on my head. I’m not 10 anymore. I’m 53, and my heroes are dying. Yesterdays are to be cherished. … Yesterday, we didn’t know that Tom Seaver was dead.
Forty-six years ago, I was 7. We were back in Lynchburg – but not on the ridge, running around the tobacco fields, berry patches, gardens, and hayloft. My mom was home to bury her dad.
A staunch defender of all-thing Ole Miss, Darold Neal went out the way he lived – showing love, for his family, for his school, for everyone who knew him. And we are better people because he passed through our lives.
Jan. 31, 2014, I left Northside Hospital with a new lease on life. Before I returned to work, I wrote a note that was never mailed it. This is my closure moment — the end of a life chapter that changed me forever.