I recently went to a funeral for a friend at our church and as much as I really hate going to funerals, this funeral was uplifting. I am always at a loss for words and was stumbling for words when his wife just gave me a hug and said don't worry there are no words that help. Her husband's name was Will and the pastor shared a poem that was appropriate for Will. The man was a jack of all trades and a master of everything. His daughter shared the story of traveling to visit relatives in another state and on their way home they stopped to eat at a McDonald's. When they went to leave the van wouldn't start, just sat and grind away. It was a Sunday afternoon, small town, and Will was determined to fix it. He replaced a blown head gasket in the parking lot of the McDonalds. Everyone got a chuckle when she said "When there is a Will, there is a way". That kind of sums up what kind of man he was.

Princes & Kings
Isn't it strange how princes and kings,
and clowns that caper in sawdust rings,
and common people, like you and me,
are builders for eternity?

Each is given a list of rules;
a shapeless mass; a bag of tools.
And each must fashion, ere life is flown,
A stumbling block, or a Stepping-Stone.”
― R. Lee Sharpe