Wayne Spry died Thursday, at the age of 94 years and a few months. He will be buried next week by a little church down in Kentucky that he helped build.

1 Thes 4:13 says Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope.

It is a different kind of grief – and yet it is definitely still grief.

From a birthday celebration three months ago

His wife Gwen preceded him by a few years. Her motto was FROG – Fully Relying On God. Interesting that tonight Bettie found a frog in one of our window wells – and as I was catching that one, I found a toad there also. I categorically do not believe that God sent these two critters as some sort of a sign – and I know that Wayne was also in the FROG category.

Wayne was a great man, who didn’t know how great he was. Humble, caring, always dressed up to go to church. For him, that was part of honoring God.

I’m going to miss him.