Thursday, December 15, 2016
God speed, Neal! Memories with Neal go as far back as I have memories. From those long days in the apple orchards and sortering sheds as kids, to the homes, churches, schools, and freeway bridges we worked on as men, he was a good friend and willing helper. He was as loyal as any person I ever knew. He was a finisher; he always stayed and helped to the end, no matter how long, how miserable or how disagreeable the task or I became. Neal had a forgiving heart, always. When he took my hand to say goodbye at Huntsman several days before his passing, nothing needed to be said. "...whoso is posessed of [charity] at the last day, it shall be well with him."
