This commentary has nothing to do with real estate.  I decided to write my own obituary. Version 1.

“Life is not about how much money you made; it’s the number of waves you caught.”

James Michael Frangella finally checked out.  He was born at Camp Stoneman in Pittsburg, California sometime in the early 50's.  He was preceded by his father and mother, James Vincent and Madeleine Marie and brother, Richard Armand.

A lifelong resident of Monterey Peninsula, James was still considered by many of his classmates a member of Monterey High’s class of 1969 even though he left for the Islands in his junior year.  He returned in 1970 to spend his remaining years filling his cart in the shopping spree of life.

As he walked down the aisles, he grabbed everything off the shelves.  At times, he would have a train of shopping carts filled to the brim.  But the merchandise of life’s experiences was all about him.

In his twilight years, James finally realized it was really about others.  He just left the packed carts in the aisles.   He figured somebody else would unload the items and return them to the shelves.  He started over with an empty basket.

The cart was overflowing once again but this time with merchandise for others.   However, he did make room for just a few items for his surviving two ex-wives, which he still cared for a great deal and his loving daughter, Renee Kathleen Frangella.

We are so glad that when it was time to check out, James was not in line with 10 items or less.