Bob Wright
Hawkeye
About two years ago a man visited our church one Sunday morning. When I saw him I went over to him and introduced myself and we talked a little. He dressed in trousers and favored one of those Mexican wedding shirts, or is it Hawaiian wedding shirts? The type that was worn outside with a box tail, short sleeves, and pleats down the front. Sort of a rotund man, with a jovial expression. He watched me as I took up offering, greeted folks, and even asked me for advice a couple of times.
Well, we sort of hit it off, his last name was Canon, so I sort of dubbed him "Big Shot." He was a widower, and came a couple of times with a lady friend. Not too long back he suffered a heart attack, but survived and after a little recuperation, came back to church. He was not there every Sunday, but came often. I had invited him to join our congregation, and we talked about it several times, but he never did. I always enjoyed our chats, and he brightened my day many times. Hadn't seem in a couple of weeks.
Bob Canon died last week.
Bob Wright
Well, we sort of hit it off, his last name was Canon, so I sort of dubbed him "Big Shot." He was a widower, and came a couple of times with a lady friend. Not too long back he suffered a heart attack, but survived and after a little recuperation, came back to church. He was not there every Sunday, but came often. I had invited him to join our congregation, and we talked about it several times, but he never did. I always enjoyed our chats, and he brightened my day many times. Hadn't seem in a couple of weeks.
Bob Canon died last week.
Bob Wright