True Stories from a Baby Boomer
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The wind and the rain hit my face as I stood alone. After everyone had left and after I had taken my mother home, I came back to the cemetery. I had heard stories about a master’s dog staying at the gravesite of his owner, and on this day, I felt that way, lost and abandoned. I didn’t know what to do. My father was gone forever. Our short existence together was not ideal, for we had so much unfinished living to accomplish.
Everyone was now home, taking off their black clothes and moving on with their lives, but I could not move. I asked him what he wanted me to do, and I heard nothing but the howl of the wind and the rain mixing in with the tears falling down my cheeks. For he had asked me at every dinner what I had accomplished that day, even when I was a little boy.
I fell to my knees, not caring about my ill-fitting suit getting soaked. There was no one left to bawl me out anymore about all I would do wrong. It felt like I was there for hours. Off in the distance, I saw the two grave workers and the man from the funeral home waiting for me to leave, so that they could remove the flowers and fill in the hole.
This was my last chance to say good-bye. I told him that I was so sorry for letting him down. I stood up and looked over at my car, like Silver waiting for the Lone Ranger. So much of my life would be spent alone, with my feelings unknown. I had the keys in my pocket, but I was frozen. Where would I drive to? What would I do with the rest of my life? He was the mountain of my life. Who would care?
I knew one person who would care and who was probably worried about me—my mother. I knew that I needed to go back home, for she was going through unimaginable pain. She loved my father so much, and she had been by his side as he was dying. She was the one I was thinking of as I looked down and saw my legs begin to move. As I walked away, I suddenly stopped and turned around.
It was then that I made this promise: that one day I would tell my father what happened to me in my life, that maybe he would finally be proud of me, that someday I would write a book describing what happened to me. It was then when I turned around, got in my car, and drove away. It is now the twilight of my life, so it is now time. I have kept my word to my father.
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About the Book
Twenty years ago, Mr. Satterwhite received a letter from Nobel Prize winner Milton Friedman, suggesting that Mr. Satterwhite “share his writing with the rest of the world.” At the time, he had to support his family, and he wanted to wait for the right moment. In his business career, Mr. Satterwhite has been featured in the New York Times, USA Today, the Wall Street Journal, on NBC News, and in Newsweek magazine. Mr. Satterwhite has been in the poor, lower, middle, and upper classes. He is a futurist, having predicted many of the inventions of his generation, as well as what is coming in future generations. He is a humorist who loves to observe people from his favorite stuffed chair at the mall. He is a survivor who has said good-bye to multiple family members and friends. Ultimately, he likes to say that he is just a simple man who found God. This is his story about his incredible journey through loss, fear, and despair to a conclusion that will give the reader an uplifting message of joy, heaven, song, bravery, love and hope. It is now the right moment. Mr. Satterwhite has finally kept his promise to his father.
About the Author
Stephen B. Satterwhite was one of millions of baby boomers born after World War II. He was raised in upstate New York by his father, who was a successful businessman, and by his mother, who was a clinical psychologist.