The Loss of a Friend

On Saturday, February 28th, I and America heard of the passing of someone who has been considered a friend for a long time. Paul Harvey, that all too familiar voice on radio, went home to be with his bride Angel. I'm sure she was there to welcome him home. Paul Harvey seemed like a friend to me, ever since I remember listening to him on WABC-AM 770 through the kitchen radio every morning as I was eating breakfast and getting ready to go to school. "Hello again, America! I'm Paul Harvey--standby for news." It was a voice of trust and assurance that millions of us have listened to lo these many years. But that is what a friend is--someone whom you can trust to tell you what you need to hear, not necessarily what you want to hear, and say it in such a way that is always inviting, and cannot be ignored. He loved what he did and knew all too well the magnitude of responsibility that had been entrusted to him. Never had he misused or abused that privilege, but made sure that what he said was with authority, and with heart. Sometimes he would sneak in a chuckle with a "For what it's worth..." anecdotal story such as:

Ed Ruffing reports in the Utica, New York, Observer-Dispatch
Burglars in suburban Marcy were carrying the TV set from the house down the driveway when the next-door neighbor called out:
"Hey, are you going to fix her television set?"
And the burglars called back, "Yes."
And the neighbor asked, "Mine needs fixing, could you take it too?"
And the burglars said, "Be glad too."
And they did.

Paul Harvey, Good Day!

Everyday listening to Paul Harvey was a good day. I shall miss his voice and his heart. It would be really great if someday, his son Paul Aurandt would put together a CD library of some of his dad's broadcasts. I would definitely treasure them.

Thank you Paul Harvey! Good Day!