'I cry to you, my Lord, my rock! Do not be deaf to me, for if you are silent, I shall go down to the pit like the rest. Hear my voice raised in petition as I cry to you for help, as I raise my hands, towards your holy of holies.'
He read the bible day in and day out. He was faithful throughout. He was patient. HE was amazing. He helped everyone who needed help. He gave without expecting anything in return. He cared because it was his nature. He stood by her and supported her through thick and thin. He was a gem of a man. In fact, the very word 'man' if used on this individual, is degrading. He was there for his family and mine. In the end he was stripped of everything he owned including his rice bowl, by his very own 'family'. He knew it was her, but he forgave her because he is the kind of individual the world lacks.
'Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins but delight in truth. It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes.'
He forgave them before he left. I miss him terribly especially knowing that it is going to be three years now since he left. Christmas just isn't the same anymore. In fact, nothing has been the same since he left.
I'm sorry I didn't have a chance to say thank you. We miss you.
This was taken today..Look at the little monster's face ^^ tsk tsk tsk
