I am writing to let you know I met Eddy in the airport. Both of us were waiting to be put on the plane to back to our homes. Wendy was getting him a sandwich to eat, when she returned we were bonded. We promised to keep in touch with each other. He asked me for my address and phone number and told me his sister was writing a book and wanted to send me one. It was called Chicken Soup for the African American Soul. It wasn't long before I received it.
He kept his word to me until he passed. I will never forget his loving, kind spirit. In Matthew 11-28, Jesus says "Come unto me all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." Eddy's labored a long time even if he wasn't well, his work was finished here on earth and Jesus called him home to rest. Psalm 116-15 says "Precious in the sight of the lord is the death of his spirits." He was precious to me also and his family. He often talked to me about how he loved them and how he was getting to be a little more than Wendy could handle. He wanted to be able to help her more than he could. He knew she loved him and the children also.
In Timothy 4-7, Paul said, "I have fought a good fight. I have finished my course. I have kept the faith." That's what Eddy did. He fought a good fight with his illness. He finished his course, the time for his departure was at hand. These few words cannot express how I felt about him. I thank God for Wendy sharing him with me. He will never be forgotten.
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