Life Stories

I remember the St Thomas Christmas tradition of the Church trip to cut down the christmas trees and greening of the church hall. It was always a fun day full of laughter and unbridled joy. A few years later he was challenged as a group of us "kids" went through confirmation classes. In the end we all learned many things about the church and grew with his guidance. Just a few years ago, he came running as my daughter went in for major surgery. He sat with us in the hospital waitingroom for an update on her progress. During this time, he hugged us and held my hands and then prayed with us. In a testament to his presence, he said let us pray and the entire waitingroom bowed their heads and were silent as he spoke. He will always be "my teddy bear" and I will always be "his girl".