When he left, it felt like a piece of our planet was broken off, and floated away into space.
Alas, his ship arrived earlier than we expected, and we couldn’t stop it.  Nor were our ropes strong enough to pull it back through the winds of eternity. Reflecting on the joy embracing him as he reached the other shore brings peace. But the mystery ocean that lies between is a burden we have to carry on with.
His face was never on Charisma magazine, and you can’t even find him if you Google him. He was an undercover hero you don’t hear about on the news. And he was a healing evangelist, a pastor of many churches he personally planted, and he liked teasing me by feeding me with bizarre Ukrainian food he knew I didn’t like. He was my father in-law.