As the game wound down and the realization came that the Saints had won the Super Bowl, I thought back to Friday.
I stood at the wooden coffin of Jimmy Arville as they closed his casket. As an officiating minister it is my job to be there during that intimate personal moment when the coffin is sealed.
Jimmy had a Saints pennant across his chest as the coffin was closed. He loved the Saints and barely missed seeing them win it all.
After tonight’s game I drove by the cemetery to say howdy to Jimmy, my dad, and Ricky, and all of the other Saints fans.
I’m thankful I’ve lived long enough to see the Saints win the Super Bowl.
Now, I’m ready to see my Astros win the World Series.
Dreams do come true.