And this is Damon, crashed on our bed while we were packing for a weekend plus a few days in Pennsylvania. He'd decided he was going to sleep in the big bed. =/
We headed home for a funeral for a wonderful friend, Kenny "Skink" Crawford, who worked at camp with us. There aren't really words to describe Skink or what he meant to camp and to us. Those of you who knew him know what a priceless man he was. Those who never got to meet him really missed out. We rejoice that he is with Jesus and look forward to reuniting with him. All that seems so cliche, but it sounds heartfelt in my head. His funeral had tears and laughter, and he was surrounded by people who loved him and perhaps didn't appreciate him enough. We'll miss you, Skink, to say the least.
Precious baby feet who will hopefully follow in the footprints of Skink and Jesus.
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Oh my sweet Val, I think you said so many words of truth. I saw on his wall that he gave someone a deformed stuffed animal as a reminder to love the unlovable. I feel like that was at Skink's core, and yet done w/such effortlessness it would be hard to put your finger on to explain it. Also, probably why he chose to love every single one of us.
Can he get a tag, or share in your title? You know, b/c you have so much free time. hehe ;)
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