Papa, I loved waking up and knowing that you were in your study, reading your Bible, I loved knowing that you would measure your Bran Flakes, milk and orange juice for breakfast, and your Chili at lunch. I loved that you always watched Jeopardy and I was proud when you always knew more then the people on the show. Whether in gardening, carving or helping you with your paper route, you taught me how to find love and beauty in diligent, hard work. I was always astonished at your consistent hunger for the Word of God. You always challenged me spiritually, in reading, memorization and you always wanted to know what I had learned. You always wanted me to learn all I could and do my best for the Lord. I went halfway across the world to Africa and I met countless people that had been blessed and touched by your teachings. Thank you so much for always loving and encouraging me in everything I do. I miss so much already, but I know that I will see you soon. I love you Papa!
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