By Kay Heitsch
I was happy Neil wanted to buy my Dad's house. I know my Dad would have been very happy too.
Neil not only bought my Dad's house, but he also reopened my Dad's favorite restaurant in town.
I loved stopping in this little restaurant when I was a kid. They had a glass candy counter when you walked in the door. I loved those red wax lips and candy cigarettes.
When Todd died, Neil came to the funeral. We were both relieved that my Dad died before Todd.
Neil also owned other businesses. He was a wheeler-dealer, if you know what I mean. One of his businesses was a tool and dye factory. He supplied parts of some kind to factories.
When one of these companies needed something, Neil would deliver at any time, day or night. From what I was told, Neil went to deliver to a company in another town in the early morning hours.
Neil backed into the dock. Somehow, the truck came out of gear and pushed him into the dock, crushing him. It was horrible! Neil was only 50 years old, and he had 6 children.
I went to his funeral. I have been to a lot of funerals, but none like this. One person after another got up and told stories about how Neil had gone out of his way to help them. It was amazing!
I think back now, and I should have stood up and said something about how wonderful a friend Neil was to my Dad, but I would have been crying too much. I'm sure everyone in town knew the story.
How wonderful it would be if we all were remembered like this.
I praise God that Neil made such a positive impact on so many people's lives.
"Write down for the coming generation what the Lord has done, so that people not yet born will praise Him." Psalm 102:18
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