Taking a bite out of life...one bite at a time

The baby is me. The watermelon is my life now. Ah, no matter... I know
the One who made the watermelon...and who made me....and my teeth.
(Let him that readeth understand...)

The other night at prayer meeting our prayer leader said something along the lines of, "You know, if you say you're too busy to do everything you have to do...maybe you're just too busy."

I was like....

A Tribute To Granddaddy

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A plethora of words would fail me, nor would they do justice to the man I called grandaddy. Others had different names for him: warrior, pastor, friend, bishop, the Martin Luther King of the Valley (area he lived and worked in), corrector, teacher, father I never had, hard, a man full of wisdom beyond measure, patient, kind, suffering, acquainted with hardships and troubles, conqueror, etc. These were only a few I heard over the 3 days of funeral activities.

All I could think to do in honor of him was to make this video. Those who knew him would understand. I could write volumes upon volumes about what this man did and who he was to the countless number of people around him. Somehow, words, again, fail me.

Good night, granddaddy. See you soon one day...we're going to pick up the mantle and legacy you left for us....for the world.