for a while, DeLisle

he was a quiet man with a great sense of humour
he was a man of God, with knowledge that could span the entire globe,
knowledge that he could squeeze into the hand he held mine with.
he was passionate about everything and everyone,
you knew with him you were loved and could not help but return that love, twofold.
he inspired me to read beyond my reading,
to read works that challenged me and motivated me to read more and more
he encouraged me to never give up, even when the walls of adversity engulfed me. he encouraged me to look to the sky always.
he could make me laugh like it was his second calling,
yet captivate my complete attention in his sermon.
he loved me and my family and to say i will miss him does not even begin to skim the surface of how i will forever dream of his divine mystery, how i will forever remember that for me he would give, whatever.
i will miss him, like i miss the comfort of my mother's womb, like i miss the feel of the soft sand beneath my toes when i'm away from my homeland. like he and i were made of the same thread. he was definitely part of my daily bread.
he was a man of the cloth who believed.
he was an awe inspiring canon.
again, he was one of the funniest beings
he had the greatest sense of humour ever. so the next time i hear a clever joke on he my thoughts will wander.
i will try not to wonder how it would be if he were here because i KNOW he is indeed ascended and eternal life is his.
however, i will always remember.