I got a call from one of my former Bible study mates, when I lived in Florida, that one of our mutual mates had passed away. It's been a couple of years since I've been back to Florida, and twice as long since I've attended Bible study there.
They are largely responsible for the spiritual maturity of my thirties, and an appreciation for the things that require patience and last, versus the things that are breezed through and short-lived.
John talked less than his wife did, but not because he was quiet. Rather his expression seem to say all that needed to be said about his state of his spirit. He always seemed happy just to be wherever he was present. While I spoke more with his wife, I always love his infectious countenance and how they both (like the rest of my group) looked out for me, without looking out for me.
I'm due to head down South soon, and I plan on making a stop to see John's wife. Not only to pay my respects, but to tell her how much they mean to me.
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