realized that he suffered from serious alcoholism
brought on by his our deep sorrow over the loss of his
beloved companion. the African American woman
called Destiny. She had been part of his act, but more
important, a big part of his life.
One night after I had been with him a while, he
died in the rear of his motor home, lying beside the
replica of Destiny, a life- size doll he employed in his
show after her passing. Even though I feared it would
happen because I witnessed how much he drank and
how often, it was still a horrible shock to find him
dead in his bed, his arms around the naked doll. From
the smile on his face, I was positive he died convinced
he had found her again.
Mrs. Westington believed all this was meant to
be, was fated, especially my arrival here. and I must
say she persuaded me. I felt delivered, guided, and
directed to this place. Mrs. Westington's
theory was
that our loved ones who have passed away remain
with us for a time and have an influence on our "They do their best to watch over us and lead us
to happiness," she said. 'But only if they were good
people." she added. "How good they were determines
how long they can be with us to protect us. That's
what the Bible really means when we read, 'The sins
of the father are visited on the heads of his sons.' If he
was a sinner, then his sons have no guardian angel,
you see, and no one to protect and insulate them
against the weight of all those sins and their consequences. In that sense, they suffer. Your mama and your papa must have been good people. They're
still watching over you."