Today we buried him.
A man of great good humor who faced life with pluck and a stout heart.
His passing brings to mind the Robert Burns poem:
AN HONEST man here lies at restPeace, old friend.
As e’er God with his image blest;
The friend of man, the friend of truth,
The friend of age, and guide of youth:
Few hearts like his, with virtue warm’d,
Few heads with knowledge so informed:
If there’s another world, he lives in bliss;
If there is none, he made the best of this.