I met Sandy in 2006. He was a tall man, full of life. His smile brightened the room and his gentle voice made me feel safe. I can’t remember a time I left a visit with Sandy and didn’t desire a closer relationship with God. Grace dripped from his words. Safety overflowed in his hugs. Mercy was his twin.
He was “Jesus with skin on,” as they say.
The same doctor diagnosed Sandy and my dad with the same type of cancer in the same week.
Two men I loved, one my father, the other like a father to me, had very different outcomes. My dad gave up his fight six months later, giving into his addiction, but Sandy held on. He fought to keep his life like no one I’ve ever seen.
He was just a selfless man, always looking for the best in others.
To read more about Sandy’s life and how his life impacted me, read the rest of my article at Prodigal Magazine.
