Tell Ellie, Chekhov, Penelope Delta, Ion Dragoumis, Hemingway, my mother, that I am here.

Tell Gershwin to play his "Rhapsody in Blue." Tell those I loved that I am happy.

Tell them that I have exquisite company. That I smile, that I always smile. Even if my smile is a bit melancholic.

And one more thing. Lucky is the one who continues to think of eternity...