Every. Single. Day. That’s how much I think about you brother. The impact you made to my life, marriage, boldness for the Gospel will live forever. I love you still, I miss you more and more each day. If I think about you too much, I start to tear up. But I think about you anyway, tears be danged. I pray to love people like you did. I doubt you see this post, but maybe you can feel my heart in the body of Christ saying “thank you”. I hope that yours is one of the first faces I see when my race ends here on earth.
