Chow,

L'Haw, pray, on we're beating down.

Glory, hallelujah!

That dance alive and the lost is proud.

Glory, hallelujah!

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The first time I remember being deeply affected by the passing of someone I never met was back in 2005.

It would be the first of five miscarriages that I've experienced as a father,

and the grief was palpable.

I was 27 years old, and I didn't understand how I could feel such profound loss at the death of

someone that I had never spent one waking moment with. And while the potential of life and, of course,

unmade memories brings a deep sadness for what

might have been, it does remain somewhat in the space of the esoteric and the sterile. However,

life well lived, even those that we watch from afar, would help me to understand this kind of loss

and would assist me in crystallizing

an appreciation for the depth of meaning that one person can have on others, even on the

unknown masses. So on December 14, 2017, once again, I would feel intense sadness, and once again it would be at the death of a stranger,

this time a man by the name of R.C. Sprole.

The third time this would happen would come much more quickly, however, as on February

21, 2018, the Reverend Billy Graham would pass into eternity.

Both men had tremendous impact on my life.

One, as the champion and Herald of Christ all over the world for nearly 60 years,

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