Well friends, God does indeed answer our prayers but sometimes its not the answer we so desperately want to hear.
Neil left us sometime after midnight last night.
I was there for the Last Rites and it was beautiful. He was surrounded by his family and loved ones. You could actually feel the love in the room. There was sadness, there were tears but there was so much love.
A little brother who was so protective of his big sister
An uncle to two boys who adored him
He would come over to Oatmeally's to fix something in the house and visit with the boys. Neil would ask Oatmeally if she did this or that to whatever and she would give him a blank look. He would just shake his head and mumble and she would ask how would she know to do this or that. He would just mumble some more and fix it.
He was tall and lanky and quiet and he had a heart bigger than anyone I know. If you were loved by him all you had to do was call him and he would be there.
He loved video games. One time when I spent the night at their house in high school he tried to teach me how to play one of his games. I am hopeless at video games. Sadly I have trouble remembering which little character I am supposed to be controlling. He just looked at me and mumbled as he took the controller and played both parts.
He was good at fixing things and working with his hands.
He went camping with his nephews.
He went on family vacations and hung out with his cousins and Lord that family is its own tribe. Neil towered over his grandmother and it was cute to see him hug her without smooching her.
He was a good man.
He was loved.
He will be missed.