Ray Coleman was just 70 when he died. For at least the past decade he had been at the local manor, unable to do the skiing, camping adn golfing that he loved. MS had made him inactive, unable to walk and care for himself.
But certainly not without activity! His mind was sharp and he could entertain with stories and scripture. Those who visited found him an encouragement – in spite of handicap there was joy in the journey.
Today we bury his remains. But, his wife had one of those great statements. Now, when she thinks of Ray, she can see Him WALKING!
Does life get any better than that?