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As the family gathered to take care of final arrangements for my dad, we began to reflect on his life and the influence he had on so many people. Going through his things was exceptionally tough as the memories brought tears, laughter and the emotional roller coaster that comes to those who have lost someone dear. We exchanged stories and memories of Dad and were comforted by the experience. We were overwhelmed with the volume of writing we encountered - articles, devotionals, studies, poems and manuscripts. There were hundreds of disks, mountains of written material and a few unfinished projects. I pictured Dad at his computer, creating something new- always writing, always reading. He was such a humble man, never boasting of his work but producing things he hoped would help those in their journey through life. I was amazed at the manuscripts that I knew would never be published. It seemed such a waste of talent to write something others would never see. The last few months of his life were filled with new endeavors and he wrote and preached until he died. So many of his poems were about the woman he loved for over 68 years, my mother, the inspiration for his work, his accomplishments, his very life. They were a team for the ages. We will surely miss him, but I am thankful for the memories, for his dedication to the God he loved, for his example as a father and husband and for the creative genius that produced the wonderful, inspiring writing from a man who was totally sold out to the Lord. What a heritage I have, what a Savior I serve.

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