Lester Monk went home this morning at 1:30am. He ran the race very well. I can imagine his Savior telling him "well done, good and faithful servant". He has no sorrow...but those of us who are left to keep running cannot help but miss him. I only wish I'd seen him more recently. But God knows best. Someday I'll see him again. I wonder if he'll remember to tell me I look taller.
((The Monks were a wonderful couple that went to Metro. They only come every once and awhile now cause its a very long drive. They served many people well. I'll never forget him. Every time he saw me he'd tease around and yet always tell me that I seemed taller or I was getting taller or something like that because he himself was very tall and i was-and still am-short)). Anyway I just wanted to honor him a little. I couldn't post anything else anyway becuase this was on my mind.