A year ago, a journeyman ended his journey here and moved on. He lived his life of journey and experience. Legacy was created. The years of his journey touched other people’s lives and his legacy was shared. We cherish his memory.

The kind of journey that he went through can only be imagined. He told of some stories of when he was growing up in a place that was and, I think, still is conflicted by religion and tribal politics. Growing up also at the time of the great war, he was too young to fight but old enough to survive.

He didn’t move far but he traveled to a place that was less conflicted. It was a place that once called itself the “Land of Promise“. He built his family and nurtured it. I believe he did his best to the best of his abilities. He remained faithful in his duties to his family.

He was faithful to his God and he served him well.

There were a lot of times when I saw a far-away look in his eyes. I recognized it as a time of contemplative thinking. It was hoped that satisfaction and fulfillment were part of his contemplation.

He bid goodbye when he couldn’t journey anymore. We were lucky enough to introduce his fourth generation granddaughter to him a few weeks before. We didn’t know that it was that close.

Goodbye again, journeyman.