He was the kind of man who loved to make homemade ice cream for a family with eight kids, enjoy their backyard cookouts and share the joys and sorrows of their lives.
He was the kind of man who could endure 10 operations and become partially disabled but never lose his sense of humor or zest for life.
He was the kind of man who never stopped courting his wife with gifts and trips and other signs of his affection.
There is a Jewish saying that he who finds a faithful friend finds a treasure.
In that spirit, I want to thank him again for making my family rich.
Keith Kappes is a columnist for The Morehead (Ky.) News. Contact his at email@example.com.