Yet another Good Bye

Randle Belyeu (Randy as we knew him) died last Sunday at the age of 63. He bravely fought with cancer for eight years. The beast won at the end. I just got back from his funeral service at Brenham, Texas this evening.

I came to know Randy through my years at Enron (yes, the one you probably heard of). Something clicked. We had something in common. His two daughters were his pride. He loved his family, had a positive attitude, and was hard working. When he was diagnosed with cancer, he did what he had to do (that is going back and forth between his home and M. D. Anderson Cancer Center in Houston) and went about his business. He came to work while he was under treatment. Never ever I saw him down or depressed. He retired early and moved to Brenham. Even when he was in pain, he never expressed it, rather regretted that he could not be more social. He would go out to his daughter's gourmet coffee shop and drink coffee with his friends.

Randy is gone now to a place where there is no pain, only eternal peace.

"When the roll is called up yonder, I'll be there."