A man who touched my life in ways I can’t explain.
A man who dedicated years of his time working for a government only to escape a genocide from the people he served.
A man who saw unspeakable violence and suffering, yet remained one of the most gentle, peaceful men I’ve met.
A man who raised an amazing family, and watched it ripped apart from him.
A man who had every right to spend his remaining time on Earth as bitter, depressed, and angry. But he never wasted a minute.
A man who welcomed me into his home and his family and called me his daughter. A man who created such an incredible family, I was inspired to travel across continents for them.
He was patient, kind, and gentle. He was a protector, encourager, and supporter.