My last visit with Bud was in September just before returning to Africa. Just the two of us had breakfast at Cracker Barrel. He took my hand and prayed over the food. We ate and talked about Jesus. Enjoying our coffee together, we were in no hurry. It was probably the best time I have ever had with my big brother. He hugged me as we parted ways. I celebrated that special time with him over and over as I flew back to Louisiana.
And now, as I sit and write these memories at a hotel in Nelspruit, South Africa, I am realizing what a great gift that breakfast was to me. I’ll miss my big brother, but I know eternity is a long time—and I plan to spend it with him along with all our loved ones.
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