We sang, we heard God's Word read and the Gospel preached. As one man summed it up well, it was an honest service for an honest man. It was not pretentious, because he wasn't. It was not somber. It was honestly real. We cried. We laughed. We worshipped.
Gabe officiated and summed it up well by expounding on four things my father loved:
1. He loved his God. More often than not, you could find him reading his Bible or praying on his knees.
2. He loved his wife. Even in his sleep, he could be heard saying (or sometimes singing), "I love my wife, I love my wife, I have a wonderful wife, I love my Martha."
3. He loved his children. He prayed extensively for the salvation of his children.
4. He loved his church. And he loved going to church.
Daja wrote and read his eulogy. You can read it here.
Sarah-Kate put together a beautiful tribute in the form of this video montage.
I love you, Daddy.