
A friend wrote this and I couldn't help but get choked up when I read it, for I, too, was a great admirer of the late-Paul Harvey. He has graciously allowed me to reprint it here.
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To the Harvey family,
Thank you for sharing Mr. Harvey with us all these years. He was a friend I never met. He'll always belong in the pantheon of great Americans of the 20th century like President Reagan, Jimmy Stewart, John Wayne, Jack Buck, and Johnny Carson, good and honorable men who were still role models long after famous people decided they didn't want to be role models.
I grieve with you over his passing, but I am thankful for all the years of remarkable wit and sagacity from one of the greatest American story tellers.
Mr. Harvey was an American in every sense of the word. He embodied everything that's good and noble in America. His broadcast was a daily clarion call from that Shining City on the Hill that President Reagan told us about, reminding us of the greatness of America, that it is in our people and made possible by a mighty and good Creator. He reminded us that we're Americans, darn it, and that means something, that the lowliest among us can accomplish anything if we just put our shoulder into it and never give up.
He told stories of hardship and longing, and almost always how travails were overcome. I've had some travails of my own, lately, but I'm an American and God is good. I'm heartened by the stories of others who had harder roads than mine, who saw through the storms and the darkest parts of night to the clouds parting and the crack of light as it pierced the darkness bringing the dawn. As President Reagan said, "it's morning in America". Our best days are ahead of us, as long as we remember what it means to be an American, that each man is responsible for his own actions and no "destiny" is set in stone except a man first sows its seeds.
His whole life he looked out over America with a clear eye and his golden voice echoed the American ideals of freedom and optimism through our homes, our offices, and our cars. Now I can't help but have much more than a misty eye as I wipe away tears for the loss of this great American. Tears of loss, yes, but also tears of joy with a grateful heart quickened for the coming day as, once again, morning dawns in America.
I'm sorry for my poor cliches. Mr. Harvey, with the aid of his son, was a far-better wordsmith than I. But I must make an attempt to convey the hopefulness of his sunny disposition and optimism, rooted in his Midwestern upbringing. He was a great American and I thank you for his time. I was always happy to share mine with him.
I sincerely hope that Paul Harvey, Jr. will have the opportunity to fill his father's shoes. He's certainly the person who is most capable of it.
Good day!