I want to talk about my Gramps this Monday. He was the best man I've ever known. I've known lots of good men and he's still the best. What I remember most all my life was that he was personable. Everyone liked him and he took time for everyone. I know my perception is skewed, but I have NEVER heard one negative word about him.
He was a short little man who lived a simple unassuming life as a teacher, counselor and pastor but he packed out a church when he passed and the stories people told, oh how they spoke of his love for his fellow man. He was patient and kind. He loved the LORD and people. He always, always had time for everyone. I don't know how he did it but he did. He cared, truly cared for people and they knew it.
Last week my husband brought him up in conversation and it made me cry. It's been six and a half years since he died and thinking of him still brings tears to my eyes. I miss him every single day. I wish I could get one more day with him down here.
I wish more people were like him. I wish you all could have known him.
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