Wednesday, April 7, 2021

My Friend Has Moved Upstairs


 Tyrone Williamson has moved upstairs.  He worked on the building.  When I was teaching in Russellville, he came by often to check on us.  His eyes always sparkled and uplifting words poured from his lips.  He wore a lot of hats— including mayor, coach, meter reader, but mostly friend to all. At heart he was always a janitor!   His father was a janitor and he said he started working with his dad when he was about 9. He couldn’t  walk anywhere without picking up all the trash. He said it was a habit he couldn’t break, and didn’t even try as it honored his two fathers— his earthly one and His heavenly one.    I am proud to be among his friends.

I'm a working on building
For my lord for my lord
It's a holy ghost building
For my lord for my lord

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Tyrone will be deeply missed! He was loved by all because he loved! ~Amy-Patsy

Far Side of Fifty said...

I like men that know where they are going:)