WhatGoesAroundComesAround_DavisRob

shot,” and playing his heart out as always. We sat together talking for a
long time after we finished playing... about four sets later!
Though I regrettably missed his funeral and the gathering of family and
friends afterward. I would have loved to have been there to pay tribute
to one of the best human beings I have ever known. I learned afterward,
not surprisingly, that the outpouring of love from all over the country
was stunning, for he had affected many in the same manner he did me. I
heard that his son gave a profound and touching eulogy. I know that his
family’s love for him was as strong and deep as his for them. His wife
misses him greatly, his warmth and optimism, his cheerfulness and
strength. We all do. I think of him often.
I wonder sometimes what I am doing to plant the kind of seeds he did. I
wonder what my son will say when I am gone, whether my children will
miss me? I wonder what sort of value I am creating through my
thoughts and words and actions. I think my friend Ben was in a league of
his own. I, like many, am still just working on getting into a league.