My friend Kobe says that he wants to write a book about me.

!

He says it’s a way for me to live on after I die.

How should I react?  What should I conclude? 

Perhaps I should let go of any meaning and just allow his gracious request to wash over me.  “Thank you” feels right.

I’ve had oodles of chapters in this life of mine.  So many human beings have come … and most of them have gone.  I sense that I’ve made a difference with many souls, but I don’t know.

It could be that many students say to their friends “Do you remember Mr. Kerr?  He was a good guy.”  And maybe not.

I have countless stories to tell if Kobe is willing to listen.  I think they’re interesting, but I’m biased.  You might see things differently.

I wonder what I would title the book if I wrote an autobiography.  Hmm.  I’ll go with what just came …

Off-Centre

(Smiling)

And I like the word “oodles”