Today is the celebration of my father-in-law’s life. His funeral. I am across the world from everyone present at the occasion, but that does not prevent me from remembering him and all that he meant to me.
He was a man who honored God. Even in harshest and most difficult times of his life, even through the WWII, even in his last days when he lived with constant pain. He relied on God to take him through, and He did. My father-in-law was a strong man, both physically and in his character. A man worthy to admire for his many qualities. A man who had a story from his own life to illustrate every important truth, who lived what he believed.
This is the panorama of his beloved mountains; a place where he lived and died, a view that he cherished every day from morning till evening.