Dear Willie Mae and Family, Although I never had the fortunate opportunity to meet your husband - (father), his life reflects the true love of a man whose dedication to God, Family, and society made him a stellar role model to others. Please know, that our hearts go out to Willie Mae and the family and that his memory (your times with him) will always keep him with you. With the deepest sympathy - I reflect on the poem "People Like Him" by Edgar Guest that seems to me to reflect his life. People Like Him People liked him, not because He was rich or known to fame; He had never won applause As a star in any game. His was not a brilliant style, His was not a forceful way, But he had a gentle smile And a kindly word to say. Never arrogant or proud, On he went with manner mild; Never quarrelsome or loud, Just as simple as a child; Honest, patient, brave and true: Thus he lived from day to day, Doing what he found to do In a cheerful sort of way. Wasn't one to boast of gold Or belittle it with sneers, Didn't change from hot to cold, Kept his friends throughout the years, Sort of man you like to meet Any time or any place. There was always something sweet And refreshing in his face. Sort of man you'd like to be: Balanced well and truly square; Patient in adversity, Generous when his skies were fair. Never lied to friend or foe, Never rash in word or deed, Quick to come and slow to go In a neighbor's time of need. Never rose to wealth or fame, Simply lived, and simply died, But the passing of his name Left a sorrow, far and wide. Not for glory he'd attained, Nor for what he had of pelf, Were the friends that he had gained, But for what he was himself. Edgar Albert Guest