A young friend of mine died suddenly Sunday.
I worked along side of him.
He stuck up for me once, rather fiercely, I might add.
He laughed at my jokes. He read my sermons.
He knew things. He knew how to have fun. He knew how to work hard. He knew how to love.
When we parted (I retired) I missed him. I will miss him even more now.
His name? Max Colon. HE WILL NOT BE FOR GOTTEN.
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