Sunday, July 26, 2009

Birthday

Performing forensics on Randy's PC, and discovered his birthday was July 26, 1956--today. He would have been 53. We sang Happy Birthday in his honor this afternoon.



His PC did not share much insight into his final days: (1) an application to a life coach in Rocklin from March 11, 2009 discussing how he wished to improve his life by finding friends and hobbies, and by not having to worry about money; and (2) his heavy equipment operator resume, going back to 1992, when he worked in Georgia.

His last Internet access was 10:34 a.m. on July 4. He checked the California winning lottery numbers. He accessed his e-mail for 20 minutes starting at 10:40 a.m.. He read an article about the death of Michael Jackson at 11:30 a.m., then another article on the FDA's plans to eliminate Vicodin Percocet at 11:35 a.m. The trail stops there.

Randy's hotmail.com account does not use the same password as his other accounts, so his communications to others are not immediately available. His family, acting as the agents of the estate, will have to request access if they wish to pursue further.

I wept while driving a bit this afternoon while listening to Randy's cassette tape of Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young's "Teach Your Children":
"You who are on the road
Must have a code that you can live by
And so become yourself
Because the past is just a good-bye

Teach your children well
Their father's hell did slowly go by
And feed them on your dreams
The one they pick's the one you'll know by

Don't you ever ask them why
If they told you, you would cry
So just look at them and sigh
And know they love you

And you of tender years
Can't know the fears
That your elders grew by
And so please help
Them with your youth
They seek the truth
Before they can die

(concurrently with previous verse)
Can you hear and do you care and
Can you see we
Must be free to
Teach the children
To believe and
Make a world that
We can live in

Teach your parents well
Their children's hell will slowly go by
And feed them on your dreams
The one they pick's the one you'll know by

Don't you ever ask them why
If they told you, you would cry
So just look at them and sigh
And know they love you"




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