A fine Daytona afternoon, the season just begun.
My boys were running one and two, and I was having fun.
I probably could have won the thing, but something held me back. I was busy watching Dale and Mike -- and holding off the pack.
I was looking toward the front and not really to the rear. Something
tapped me on my bumper, but still I had no fear. I thought it might be
Sterling - I knew he was nearby.
When Sterling smells the checkered flag, I'll tell you, he ain't shy!
I slipped a bit. : I turned the wheel. : I sensed something
It wasn't Sterling's tap I'd felt - it was the tap of God.
"Not now," I said, " I'm racing hard. There's work still here to do." "Your time is up," He whispered low, 'So say a quick adieu."
I wasn't really ready, but I didn't have a choice.
He'd tapped me on the bumper and I'd heard His hallowed voice.
So I did as He instructed. I jsut packed it in and left.
I guess it can't be helped that I left some of you bereft.
Did you see those birds upon the wall as they scattered in the breeze?
Will it make is any easier to know that they were me?
There was also Davey, Dad and Neil and some other guys I've known. And they all came to Daytona just to escort me on home.
Hey - congratulations, Mikey! You made a worthy run.
I wish you many, many more, : Your wins have just begun. All that fun you had in Victory Lane, I as proud as proud can be. Did you see a seagull flying low? Yeah, Mikey, that was me.
So, friends and fans and family, don't mourn me for too long. Get on
with life - take care of things - be brave and proud and strong. I'll surely
miss you every on, about that I will not lie.
But as long as you rember me - I didn't really die.
*We dont' know the author of this poem , but felt it would be very uplifting to all who mourn Dale Earnhardt's death.