conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Catholic, Churchs, Silence with the genre: Biographies & Memoirs, Leaders & Notable People?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Forever and Ever, Amen'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the first four paragraphs for this book
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Forever and Ever, Amen
  Pierre had often said to me, "When I die, I want you to sing at my funeral." Of course, that had been well before I had suffered a stroke. But in typical Pierre fashion, he had preplanned his funeral as a celebration of life including great food and wine, and music. I knew I had to make the effort to fulfill Pierre's wishes.
  The celebration of Pierre's life was held on February 3, 2016, at Pierre's Bushman Celebration Center in Bullard, with more than a thousand people attending. Randy Owen, a great friend and the lead singer from Alabama, sang several songs to honor Pierre during the ceremony, and then it was my turn. For the occasion, Mary had helped me put on a dark suit and a white open-collared dress shirt with a black T-shirt beneath it. She wheeled me onto the stage and helped me as I struggled to stand up to honor our friend. She stayed close by as I stood between two representatives from Kiepersol, one of whom held my hand to steady me.
  I stood behind the microphone and started singing the first verse of "Amazing Grace," for the first time in public since suffering the stroke. My voice was a bit shaky and garbled, but nobody seemed to care. I had barely started singing when Kelly, Pierre's daughters, and the many friends and Kiepersol employees began singing along with me.
  My voice wasn't perfect, and I was still pretty wobbly, but I knew it would not be my last public singing performance.
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conversations.value: another paragraph
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: So many fans came through the lines, and I was amazed at how many said things such as, "We're praying for you, Randy!" I wish I could have said more in return, but with every "Thanks," I was expressing a lifetime of gratitude.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the last five paragraphs
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: After recovering from the stroke, I couldn't wait to get back to our horses. Here I am having fun with Preacher. Spending time with our horses was wonderfully therapeutic.
  This was my first time back in the saddle after six months in the hospital and lots of rehab. Do you think I was excited? The look on my face says it all!
  My youngest brother, Dennis, was afraid to ride with me when we were kids because I drove so fast. Here he and I share a special moment at a wedding we attended while I was still in a wheelchair after the stroke.
  When I came home from the hospital, I couldn't walk, shave, take a shower, comb my hair, dress, or feed myself. Mary cared for me like a newborn baby. Today we laugh, sing, and enjoy every day as a gift.
  This is my favorite photo of Mary and me. I keep it on the kitchen counter and look at it every day. It reminds me that we are taking one step at a time into the great future that God has for us.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Add another sentence about We'd, Marshville.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: After recovering from the stroke, I couldn't wait to get back to our horses. Here I am having fun with Preacher. Spending time with our horses was wonderfully therapeutic. 
  This was my first time back in the saddle after six months in the hospital and lots of rehab. Do you think I was excited? The look on my face says it all!
  My youngest brother, Dennis, was afraid to ride with me when we were kids because I drove so fast. Here he and I share a special moment at a wedding we attended while I was still in a wheelchair after the stroke. We'd both come a long way from our rough childhood in Marshville, NC. 
  When I came home from the hospital, I couldn't walk, shave, take a shower, comb my hair, dress, or feed myself. Mary cared for me like a newborn baby. Today we laugh, sing, and enjoy every day as a gift. 
  This is my favorite photo of Mary and me. I keep it on the kitchen counter and look at it every day. It reminds me that we are taking one step at a time into the great future that God has for us.