Disobeying Orders

My uncle Steve understood something about living life to the fullest. He was dying of cancer a few years ago and the day after one of his worst doctor's appointments, where the doctor told him he needed to go to the hospital for the rest of his life, the short rest of his life...
Instead, my uncle Steve, who was this Florida fisherman-farmer guy from south Florida decided to, instead of following doctor's orders, he decided to hop in an RV with my aunt Margaret and drove from Florida to Alaska because he's always wanted to go salmon fishing, and I don't know if maybe he didn't realize there were salmon much closer.
But he also had always wanted to see the mountains, like, Florida's not much different than Indiana as far as the hills go. Like, the closest thing we have to mountains in Florida are clouds, and I know that he always wanted to see the Rockies.
So anyway, I heard that story and I wrote this for him, he died a few years later, I had the honor of singing it right in front of his casket.