I met him when he worked with me in the office years before when times seem ancient and technology slow.
Personable, talkative, friendly and prejudice not at all for he treated us all same.
War Hero forgotten like so many looked over but not forgotten by me and others for you are the epitome of this country (good, kind, sweet, caring for me as a person).
He lost his only daughter and I felt his pain for it was written everywhere around him hurt.
My heart melted with pity for the look of a man haunted with tears buried in his eyes soul will never be forgotten by me for he taught me how to be more social, revert the shyness and how to ease the ice.
I will always remember a man done wrong by someone (?) who did me wrong as well.
I care I care and always will for he never felt sorry for himself but plugged ahead anyway.
May God keep a place for you always and your family.
By
Felicia McCaw
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