From the moment you entered the world,
you struggled for breath and light.
Life came to you unfurled
after four years of perpetual fight.
You looked around in awe and wonder.
The world–your oyster–now a beautiful sight.
You found joy in little things: sitting under
Yankees Stadium, traveling to see games,
commiserating when they were torn asunder.
A second love took its claims
when you found the melody of strings.
You went to concerts, met famous names,
felt the inspiration and life that artistry brings,
and chose to perfect that skill as your own.
Playing music was a freedom that gave your heart wings.
Around NASCAR you had grown
faithful to the 3, 24, and 88
numbers your favorite driver had flown.
Managing numbers was your gifted trait.
You made financing dreams easy
by taking away the worry and weight.
You weren’t afraid to be cheesy.
You were fearless in frivolity–
carefree and breezy–
yet still a man of depth and quality
with deep convictions about faith and politics.
You invested time with shrewd equality
in relationships of trust not tricks.
You found happiness and love,
peace and rest from conflict.
You built a home and family to be proud of
but your dreams were cut short.
You’ve moved on to life in Heaven above
and we wait to reunite in that Heavenly court.