Today I want to take a moment to honor a man who was very important to me. I want to share how God redeems a story, even when it is so many years in the making, and how sometimes the redemption takes on a form we could never have imagined. For that’s when you know it’s really God and not something you fabricated yourself.
The story is about the legacy of my Papa, who passed on to be with Jesus on December 31, 2016.
I don’t even know how to describe and articulate what his presence in my life has meant to me. All I know is I wouldn’t be the woman I am today without him.
Papa’s life exhibited one of the greatest forms of love I have witnessed. He loved people. He loved my grandmother, he loved his neighbors, he loved his previous co-workers (many of who he stayed in touch with by telephone). He loved his family. He loved me.