Over the past week, I have pondered how you take measure of a man. It is not his height, nor the length of his inseam, but the size of his heart and the lives that he has touched. Based on what I have personally experienced, and on what I have seen and heard the last two days, Ezra Feece, Junior to those who knew him, was a giant of a man.
When we were at dinner after the viewing last night, I was sharing with our nieces Jennifer and Heather, that Junior was only the second man that I had ever embraced as "Dad". I said goodbye to my Dad in 1990, and did so again today. I think the thing that I will miss the most is his smile, it was never absent, and I am convinced that it emanated from his heart.
Love You and Miss You Dad.
