Because of him, I received a new flute for Christmas one year. He asked for donations from the choir members and some members of the parish, but he funded most of it. I was shocked. Speechless. It was a very humbling experience for me... that someone other than my family loved me so much. He was definitely a 'giver'. He gave his time, his talents, his money... himself.
He was a short little man, full of more energy than anybody else I've known. And he was passionate. So passionate. Passionate about his music, passionate about his family, passionate about his friends... he loved greatly. And he was loved greatly in return.
This week marked the 5th anniversary of his death.
I can still hear his laugh... it was more of a giggle, really. And I can still hear the way he called my daughter "baby". He'd say to her, "What's up, beh-by?" And the way he'd yell at the Soprano's during choir rehearsal. *grin* I think of him so often. Definitely every time I'm at church. Christmas time is the hardest for me... oh how he LOVED Christmas. And he would put so much effort and preparation into the music for Midnight Mass and Christmas day Mass.
I miss him so much. So, so much.
We prayed for you at church tonight my friend. Father Jim mentioned you by name, and the whole congregation prayed for you. I hope you felt it.
Jesus said to her, "I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live,
even though he dies; and whoever lives and believes in me will never die..."