The previous sexton of our church passed away yesterday (the 26th of Oct). He was battling HIV/AIDS for over 10 years. I am sobbing my eyes out to the point that my contacts are going to wash away in the flood of tears. This is both a joy and a sorrow. He was in so much pain but always had that bright smile on his face. He always had a hug and kind words for us. He was the light of that church and one of those people I will forever miss and cherish in my heart.
I will never forget his operatic singing in the Parish Hall while he cleaned and took out the trash or put away tables, the snacks he had ready for us after Sunday School. . . that twinkle in his eye, and he had stunning eyes. They were big beautiful and they sparkled at you.
He loved dogs, he loved people, he was the warmest and most wonderful soul to grace my life.
It’s so hard. I knew the day would come and I can only look outside and see the sunshine and think he’s a part of those golden beams now. Thinking about him makes me smile and remember him with the fondest of memories. . . those warm fuzzy thoughts of childhood and growing up. He saw us grow up, go to college and come back each Christmas with a hug and a kiss on the cheek for him. When he was sick and in the hospital, we brought Gertrude the Red Nosed [Purple] Dragon in for him with a dance and made other people on the same wing laugh and smile too. He was so happy to see us and so glad to know we brought the dragon with us.
I miss him terribly. It was the one sad part about leaving home. . . it meant leaving that warm and friendly personality behind. I am so happy I told him I loved him and that I thanked him for all he did to make our Sundays brighter. He was so giving and gracious, and turning around to say, “Thank you” and acknowledging all he did was a gift I knew I could give him. I am glad to have known him and thankful for my friend who told me. This has been an amazing day of happy thoughts and learning new things, and as sad as this is, I feel he is happy to be free of his pain. He is still loved and in turn we feel loved as well.
This doesn’t make the tears flow any less. . .