To his wife, he was a devoted and loving, yet comedic husband.
To his children, he was a father, friend, and guide.
To his grandchildren he was “Papa”.
And to all the other people he crossed paths with, he was a dear friend.
I met him when his family moved to Iowa from Florida when he was in high school. He could have fit in with any of the many cliques there, but he chose to hang out with my friends and me.
After high school, I think we crossed paths just a handful of times, but each time it was like we had never travelled different roads and the friendship was as strong as ever.
When I retired from the military in 2008, he and his wonderful wife drove down the 300 miles from Minnesota for a couple of hours to help me celebrate my day before having to head back for a dinner commitment back home.
Today, after battling cancer and other health problems for many, many years, my friend lay down to take a nap and was taken home to the Lord. He had fought the fight as valiant as anyone could and the Lord rewarded him with peace from the suffering he has endured.
Although we rarely talked, I have always respected you my friend and hold you in the highest regard.
Heaven has gained a great man with integrity and a sense of humor while here on earth, life has lost its color with his passing.
I salute you my friend.