These are the lyrics to a song by Tim McGraw, a Country-Western artist.  But it just seems to sum up the last 14 months of Hubert's life.  I get my appreciation of ALL kinds of music from my dad.  He would tell me, "just listen to the words, baby."  

                 ~ The name of the song is "Live Like You Were Dying ~

He said, I was in my early forties with a lot of life before me when a moment came that stopped me on a dime I spent most of the next days, looking at the x-rays talking 'bout the options and talking 'bout sweet times I asked him when it sank in that this might really be the real end how's it hit 'cha when you get that kind of news? Man, what'd  ya do? He said I went skydiving, I went rocky mountain climbing, I went  two point seven seconds on a bull named Fu Man Chu, and I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter, and I gave forgiveness I'd been denyin'.

And he said, Someday I hope you get the chance to live like you were dyin'.

He said, I was finally the husband that most the time I wasn't, and I became a friend, a friend would like to have.  And all of a sudden goin' fishin' wasn't such an  imposition, and I went three times that year I lost my dad. Well I finally read the good book and I took a good long hard look at what I'd do if I could do it all again, and then, I went skydiving I went rocky mountain climbing, I went  two point seven seconds on a bull named Fu Man Chu, and I loved deeper, and I spoke sweeter and I gave forgiveness I'd been denyin'.

And he said, Someday I hope you get the chance to live like you were dyin'.

Like tomorrow was a gift and ya got eternity to think about what to do with it, what did you do with it? What did I do with it? What would I do with it?

Skydiving, I went rocky mountain climbing, I went two  point seven seconds on a bull named Fu Man Chu and I loved deeper, and I spoke sweeter, and I watched an eagle as it was flyin'.

And he said, Someday I hope you get the chance to live like you were dyin'.

To live like you were dyin' To live like you were dyin' To live like you were dyin' To live like you were dyin'.

We had this party the year we got married. Parts of it are a little shaky, I didn't know how to edit those parts out.  Funny how you can forget how somebody sounded, their laugh and voice.  It was 1990, when you were diagnosed with cancer.  You passed just before our third annniversary.


I'm just glad I was able to transfer this video into your memorial, so that your children and friends can enjoy it as much as I do.
  

I found this song, and thought of you Hubert.  I'm so grateful I had the parents I had, and that they exposed me to this type of music.  I'm listening to it, and thinking how much we use to ballroom.  Al Hibbler singing "after the lights go down low."

Ours was a romance that transcended time, age and space...Hubert was that one in a million that little girls make believe they will find, and the man that every woman dreams of, but seldom meet.  How fortunate we were that our stars were in alignment and crossed.  I know now that there is no happenstance in life, it was all in Divine Order.

        What more can I say?...

This one is for you Hubert... ;-)

We loved to ballroom dance, and Hubert was so light on his feet.  He would dance me around the room, and we would laugh, laugh, laugh until my cheeks would actually ache.  I miss that especially, him holding me close and dancing me around the room.  Just listen to one of our favorite tunes.