Doc Barry and I were friends for 33 years, and neighbors for the past seven; Wednesday, January 13th he was admitted to the hospital with congestive heart failure... he didn't survive.
I'll miss him a great deal, but I won't grieve anymore; not in the accepted sense of the word, I did that yesterday; from now on, I'll celebrate his life--
I'll celebrate his life daily with remembrances of our daily laughter, and with the line: "It's great to be alive in Phoenix, Arizona" which was followed up immediately with George Burns' line: "At my age it's great to be alive ANYWHERE!"
I'll celebrate his life daily with the solace I'll find in the additional laughter evoked by the many, many memories we created and shared...
But most of all, I'll celebrate his life daily with the memory of the man; a warm, sensitive human being whose kindness and generosity knew no bounds... I'll remember Doc Barry as a man who defined the word "FRIEND"... I'll miss him!
In Celebration Of My Friend's Life
August 18, 1927 - January 13, 1999