Gordon, we'll miss you

I lost a brother today, and my world has been diminished. Ever since he joined our family, Gordon Smart has had my love and admiration. He was one of the finest men who has walked this earth. He was a devoted son, a loyal brother, a compassionate father, a devoted husband, a favorite uncle, a good friend and a valiant leader. He was generous and without guile. He was my fishing buddy and my friend. My life has been enriched because of my association with him.

I will miss his corny jokes and his funny stories. I will miss the opportunities to sit and talk with him about his latest fishing trip or the accomplishments of his children. I will miss his phone call on my birthday and the birthday songs he would sing to me. I will miss his wisdom, his sincerity and his humility. I will miss his laugh.

As I struggle with our loss, I can't fathom how his family will deal with their lives without Gordon. I can't find satisfactory answers to my questions of "why now, and why Gordon?", but I have to trust in God's wisdom and hope that my questions will be reconciled. The only comfort I presently have is that Gordon lived his life in such an exemplary way that he will be weighed in the balance and not be found wanting.

I heard a song by Jeff Bates that seems appropriate for how I feel. I've modified a couple of the lines, so my apologies to the songwriter.

If there ever was a morning when the fish might bite, it would be right now.
Any other time we'd have had our lines cast out.
Sippin' on a soda, castin' for those trout,
Why couldn't today be like that?

I wish this was a riverbank instead of a graveyard,
Wish we were sittin' and fishin' and this wouldn't be so hard.
It was my favorite thing that we used to do, but now we can't.
I wish you were here, I wish this was a riverbank.

I remember the day that we were casting out of float tubes.
I got a big bite that almost yanked the pole out of my hand.
Well you jumped up and grabbed a net and we both almost fell in.
Yeah we got wet, but we got him.

I know you wouldn't want me sittin' around being sad.
We both know better than that.
So I'm leaving now and gonna head on out and try to catch a few
and while I'm there I'll cast a few lines for you.

I wish this was a riverbank instead of a graveyard,
wish we were sittin' and fishin' and this wouldn't be so damn hard.
It was my favorite thing that we used to do, but now we can't.
I wish you were here,
I wish you were here,
I wish this was a riverbank.

God bless Gordon Smart, and God bless his family.