A measure of entropy in my life
He taught me to go to the beach; things are always better there.
He taught me that people are more important than things.
He taught me there's always time for one more song.
A million years from now, I'll be singing with him again.
See ya later grandpa KenPaul introduced us to his Mom and Dade after we had a mission journey at an Arabic fair. My children will never forget Grandpa Ken playing the piano. We had much to share about mission as we were involved giving the Audio Gospel messages and developing new technology to reach people who did not have access to players and electricity.It was a great time when I was able to ride with him on the Caterpillar as he built the road at the mountain. I will never forget papa Ken, happy in that gigantic truck and this scripture always come to mind: … If you have faith as a grain of mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, Be moved from this place to that; and it will be moved; and nothing will be impossible to you.… Jesus from Mt 17:20Till we meet again…Blessings to all the Brimlows familyYves L, Ana, Lilia, Yosef, Yisrael and Rachel
Wow, you said so much in those four sentences. I'm so sorry for your loss. What a wonderful picture that is!
He was a fine man. A GREAT man. I loved him.