The day you were born the world became a much brighter, happier, better place.
You would never really understand or agree with this, but, dear Father, you made such a difference in so many peoples' lives.
You gave so generously of your time for community, church, family.
I wish we had kept track of how many funerals you sang or spoke at. It would be in the dozens and dozens.
I once met a lady who didn't know you personally, but who wanted you to sing at her funeral.
In South Carolina, years after your mission there, we met a woman who said you helped heal a town with your words after the murder of a ward member.
Some of my fondest memories involve little things that you did for us as kids that remind me how unselfish, giving, kind, thoughtful, generous, and good you always were. It just came naturally to you to be so good.
I've let you down many times, but, you always shine as a beacon of truth, righteousness, and goodness.....thank you for the happy childhood.
I honor you on this day.
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