I'm so sorry to hear about your Dad. David was a beautiful man. He really loved people and I'm so grateful for the time I spent with him. The last time I saw David was at Tuesday Central. We had dinner together and in the middle of what I thought was just an ordinary conversation he put his hand on my head and prayed for all my fear to be gone. He's the reason I even came to church. I would park my car outside too scared to come in. I would just listen to the singing and wish I could go in. Your Dad saw my car and invited me inside. When I had the guts to go I would sit at the back and cry. I'd leave before the end so I didn't have to talk to anyone, but David saw me try to evade people and stopped me at the door and hugged me. And I will never forget it. Just when you need a Dad, God sends a real one. Last week I was reading this and it reminds me of your Dad: Isaiah 32 v 2 Each man will be like a shelter from the wind and a refuge from the storm, like streams of water in the desert and the shadow of a great rock in a thirsty land.