He was a man who cared about what he did – his sermons, the church, the people he served, the environment, his family. His feet were stuck to the ground, his head not only looked up, but around him, too.
He knew how to laugh, and he knew how to make other people laugh.
I’ve known him since I was a child, and he was a true friend to our family.
He only went to hospital today.
I can’t believe I’m writing about him in the past tense.