When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
He’s the reason I’m stubborn and impatient and an obnoxious Wildcat fan and an even more obnoxious Republican. And he’s the reason that every report card I ever had said that I was a good student, but “Hunter talks too much, and tries to be in charge of everything, and she has a tendency to boss.” He’s where I get my too big, too loud laugh, and my too big, too loud opinions. But he’s also the reason that I cling to the cross, keep my promises, take people casseroles, put in an honest day’s work, live by my word, and know that friendship is more about what you give than what you take.
There are a few moments in life that only an old hymn can touch. Today when I heard my Peepaw’s voice–peace like a river.
Grace manifests itself anew each day, and Hudge is coming home to call me ‘shit ass’ once more.
It must be because I promised to meet him with a bottle of Early Times–either that or he’s holding out for the primary.
Thank you all for remembering him today.
It is well.
Love and other drugs,
E. Hunter W.