Somedays, it seems to me, might be the last day, a peak so wondrously high that no other could ever reach such heady heights.
A day for celebration certainly, a day of moments grasped, flavors savored, sights and scents devoured with ravenous appetite.
An existence spent wisely, with panache, joy and endless passion, no lingering regret, no fear, no apology required.
Life spent well is a glorious testament, a tribute to the actor and by admission the Producer, thus memorable headstones writ in legend, not on stone.
