I have come to the day where I know the end is near. My days have been spent so far away from home. The place I grew up. Where the music has value, the people have heart, and the food has soul. Sitting in this hospital bed, My time here dialing down every second. I look at my grandaughter and say in a calm whisper. " When I leave do not shed no tears, instead take me home. Take me to the bayou. Bury me by the moonlit swamp, under the shaggy hollow tree, so when the night falls the firflies will dance over my grave. Now hear me once moe chile. When I leave do not shed any tears for little ole me. Instead watch the firflies and smile knowing Ill be watching them too."