Evan waited until I was all done and then simply said, "He's happy!"
Kids get it better than we do.
Faith like a child.
That's what PaPa had. His faith was simple. His Jesus was enough.
He demonstrated love through his actions.
He was patient. He was kind. He always protected, always trusted, always persevered.
He sat through my Little League games and took me to garage sales and pawn shops. He watched my silly magic tricks over and over, shocked each time. He wrote me letters riddled with typos and one-liners ("If you turn that pitching machine on its side, will it throw you curveballs?").
He exemplified how to love your spouse. Unconditionally, respectfully, tenaciously.
He was generous. He never charged a church or a desperate person unable to pay. They received the same effort from him as those that could.
This is how he lived. These are his beliefs. We are his legacy.
