It matters that my daddy died.....

In a world bereft of honorable men, we are short one more. Dad lived his life honorably in so many ways. He wanted to honor his dad and so refrained from certain activities as a teenager because of how it might reflect on his dad's name. He honored my mom in every way possible. He honored her by loving her and leading her. And she responded with respect and support. He honored me by being the kind of man of which I could always be proud; and by living life in such a way that I could see a lifestyle demonstrated before me that would help me know how to live. He honored his friends, students, players and anyone who crossed his path by giving them his heart. He was ever ready to sacrifice to meet the need of another. But most of all he honored his Lord. All else was secondary. ALL else was secondary. And, so, when it came time to go home he eagerly embraced it. It matters that he's gone. It matters that his influence is no longer among us. It just matters......