Bob Franke's Thanksgiving Eve. My friend Jim wanted me to sing a song at his funeral. Just a few days before he died, I told him this is the song I had chosen because I thought it told his story, and I sang it for him:

What can you do with your days But work and hope
Let your dreams bind your work to your play
What can you do with each moment of your life
But love 'till you've loved it away
Love 'till you've loved it away.

While he could still talk, Jim had asked me to watch out for his wife Christina after he died - and if anything romantic developed, that would be wonderful. Christina and I will celebrate our fourth wedding anniversary in January.
And yes, old Jim loved his life so much that he finally loved his life away. I haven't forgotten him.
-Joe-