Paul

Our friend Paul died last night. He was diagnosed with advanced Pancreatic cancer about five or six weeks ago. He was a retired Caterpillar engineer who drove a grain truck for us during harvest. It was always interesting listening to the stories he had to tell. A veteran, he built helipads in the jungle during the Vietnam war. He was a longtime fireman and organizer of fire training schools. A Purdue grad, he took a couple Saturdays off each fall to attend home football games with his brother (also a Purdue grad). He would come out to the farm in the winter and summer and cut and split firewood. He was a happy, good natured gentleman who loved to visit. He enjoyed working for us and took a real interest in our farm. At the end of harvest each year, he would bring us donuts, coffee, and his wife's apple cake and would have a little celebration. We appreciated and will miss him and his help.
When our kids were little we had a Classic Little Golden Book, "The Happy Man and His Dump Truck" that we read to them. They say that's who Paul reminded them of as he drove a truck for us each fall.
He is survived by his wife and daughter. We pray for them.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

Psalm 23:4