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Ｉ               ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ               ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ｇｏｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｂｅ               ｅａｓｙ               ｔｏ               ｒｅａｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｏｂｉｔｕａｒｙ               ａｎｄ               ｐａｙ               ｔｒｉｂｕｔｅ               ｔｏ               ｍｙ               Ｕｎｃｌｅ               Ｆｅｄ               Ｃｌａｒｋ.

Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｓａｄ               ｆｏｒ               ｍｙ               Ａｕｎｔ               Ｎｏｖａ               -               ｗｅ               ｃａｌｌ               ｈｅｒ               Ａｕｎｔ               Ｊｅａｎ               -               ｂｕｔ               Ｉ               ｄｉｄｎ'ｔ               ｔｈｉｎｋ               ｔｈｅ               ｅｍｏｔｉｏｎ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｏｖｅｒｔａｋｅ               ｍｅ.

Ｉｔ               ｄｉｄ.

Ｔｈｅ               ｎｉｇｈｔ               ｂｅｆｏｒｅ,               ａｎｄ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｈｏｕｒ               ｏｒ               ｓｏ               ｂｅｆｏｒｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｆｕｎｅｒａｌ               ｗａｓ               ｔｏ               ｂｅｇｉｎ,               Ｉ               ｓｐｅｎｔ               ｔｉｍｅ               ｔａｌｋｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｏｌｄ               ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ               ａｎｄ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ               ｔｈａｔ               Ｉ               ｈａｄ               ｎｏｔ               ｓｅｅｎ               ｉｎ               ｓｏ               ｌｏｎｇ               -               ｓｏｍｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅｍ               ｉｎ               ｏｖｅｒ               35               ｙｅａｒｓ.

Ａｓ               ｗｅ               ｔａｌｋｅｄ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｄａｙｓ               ｌｏｎｇ               ｐａｓｔ               ａｎｄ               ｇｏｏｄ               ｔｉｍｅｓ               ｗｅ               ｈａｄ               ｅｘｐｅｒｉｅｎｃｅｄ               ａｔ               Ｕｎｃｌｅ               Ｆｅｄ               ａｎｄ               Ａｕｎｔ               Ｊｅａｎ'ｓ               ｌｉｔｔｌｅ               ｈｏｍｅ               ｏｎ               Ｌｉｔｔｌｅ               Ｍｕｄ               Ｃｒｅｅｋ,               ｉｎ               Ｅａｓｔ               Ｋｅｎｔｕｃｋｙ,               ｔｈｅ               ｙｅａｒｓ               ｃａｍｅ               ｒｏｌｌｉｎｇ               ｂａｃｋ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｅｍｏｔｉｏｎ               ｏｆ               ａｎ               ｅｒａ               ｐａｓｓｉｎｇ               ｒｅａｌｌｙ               ｈｉｔ               ｈｏｍｅ.

Ａｓ               ｗｅ               ｔａｌｋｅｄ               ｗｅ               ｒｅａｌｉｚｅｄ               ｔｈａｔ               Ｕｎｃｌｅ               Ｆｅｄ               ａｎｄ               Ａｕｎｔ               Ｊｅａｎ'ｓ               ｈｏｍｅ               ｗａｓ               ａ               ｃｅｎｔｒａｌ               ｇａｔｈｅｒｉｎｇ               ｐｌａｃｅ               ｆｏｒ               ｍａｎｙ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｎｉｅｃｅｓ,               ｎｅｐｈｅｗｓ,               ａｎｄ               ｎｅｉｇｈｂｏｒｈｏｏｄ               ｃｈｉｌｄｒｅｎ.

Ｗｅ               ａｌｌ               ｗｅｎｔ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               "ＴＶ               Ｈｏｕｓｅ."               Ｕｎｃｌｅ               Ｆｅｄ               ａｎｄ               Ａｕｎｔ               Ｊｅａｎ               ｗｅｒｅ,               ｆｏｒ               ａ               ｌｏｎｇ               ｔｉｍｅ,               ｔｈｅ               ｏｎｌｙ               ｐｅｏｐｌｅ               ｃｌｏｓｅ               ｂｙ               ｗｈｏ               ｏｗｎｅｄ               ａ               ｔｅｌｅｖｉｓｉｏｎ.

Ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ｇｒｅａｔ               ｒｅｍｉｎｉｓｃｉｎｇ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｉｍｅｓ               ｓｐｅｎｔ               ｐｌａｙｉｎｇ               ａｒｏｕｎｄ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               ｈｏｍｅ               ａｎｄ               ｈｏｗ               ｇｏｏｄ               ｔｈｅｙ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｔｏ               ｕｓ.

Ａｓ               ｏｕｒ               "ｔｒａｖｅｌ               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ               ｔｉｍｅ"               ｃｏｎｖｅｒｓａｔｉｏｎｓ               ｃｏｎｔｉｎｕｅｄ               ｗｅ               ｂｅｇａｎ               ｔｏ               ｓｈａｒｅ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｔｈｏｓｅ               ｗｈｏ               ｈａｄ               ｇｏｎｅ               ｂｅｆｏｒｅ.

Ｗｅ               ｈａｄ               ａｌｌ               ｌｏｓｔ               ｐａｒｅｎｔｓ,               ｇｒａｎｄｐａｒｅｎｔｓ,               ａｕｎｔｓ,               ｕｎｃｌｅｓ               ｏｒ               ｓｉｂｌｉｎｇｓ.

Ｔｈｅ               ｗｅｉｇｈｔ               ｏｆ               ｔｈａｔ               ｌｏｓｓ               ｏｆ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ               ｈｅｒｉｔａｇｅ               ａｎｄ               ｔｉｅｓ               ｔｏ               ｗｈａｔ               ｏｎｃｅ               ｗａｓ               ｈｏｍｅ               ｗａｓ               ｈｅａｖｙ.

Ｉ               ｈｅａｒｄ               ｓｏ               ｍａｎｙ               ｐｅｏｐｌｅ               ｓｐｅａｋ               ｓｏ               ｗａｒｍｌｙ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               ｅｘｐｅｒｉｅｎｃｅｓ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｍｙ               Ｕｎｃｌｅ               Ｆｅｄ               ａｎｄ               ａｓ               ｗｅｌｌ               ｔｈｅ               ｍａｎｙ               ｏｔｈｅｒ               ｍｅｍｂｅｒｓ               ｏｆ               ｏｕｒ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ               ｔｈａｔ               ｈａｄ               ｐａｓｓｅｄ               ｏｎ               -               ｉｎｃｌｕｄｉｎｇ               ｍｙ               ｏｗｎ               ｂｅｌｏｖｅｄ               ｐａｒｅｎｔｓ;               Ｖｅｒｌｅｅｎ               Ｋｉｄｄ               (Ａｕｎｔ               Ｊｅａｎ'ｓ               ｓｉｓｔｅｒ)               ａｎｄ               ｍｙ               ｄａｄ,               Ｂａｎｎｅｒ               Ｋｉｄｄ.

Ｔｈｅ               ｈｅａｒｔｆｅｌｔ               ｗｅｌｃｏｍｅ               ａｎｄ               ｏｕｔｐｏｕｒｉｎｇ               ｏｆ               ｌｏｖｅ               Ｉ               ａｎｄ               ｍｙ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ               ｅｘｐｅｒｉｅｎｃｅｄ               ｉｓ               ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ               ｔｈａｔ               Ｉ               ｂｅｌｉｅｖｅ               ｗｉｌｌ               ｓｔａｙ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｍｅ               ｆｏｒ               ｍａｎｙ               ｙｅａｒｓ.
               Ｔｈｅ               ＬＯＲＤ               ｓｈｏｗｅｄ               ｍｅ               ｓｏｍｅ               ｉｍｐｏｒｔａｎｔ               ｔｈｉｎｇｓ               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ               ｔｈｅ               ｐａｓｓｉｎｇ               ｏｆ               ｍｙ               Ｕｎｃｌｅ               Ｆｅｄ.

Ｆａｍｉｌｙ               ｉｓ               ａ               Ｇｏｄ               ｏｒｄａｉｎｅｄ               ｉｎｓｔｉｔｕｔｉｏｎ.

Ｔｈｅ               ｃｏｎｃｅｐｔ               ｏｆ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ               ｒｕｎｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｇａｍｕｔ.

Ｉｔ               ｉｎｃｌｕｄｅｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ               ｏｆ               Ｇｏｄ;               ｗｈｏ               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ               Ｊｅｓｕｓ               Ｃｈｒｉｓｔ               ａｒｅ               ｂｏｒｎ               ａｇａｉｎ               ｉｎｔｏ               ＨＩＳ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ;               ｔｈｅ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ               ｕｎｉｔ               ｏｆ               ｐａｒｅｎｔｓ,               ｂｒｏｔｈｅｒｓ               ａｎｄ               ｓｉｓｔｅｒｓ,               ａｎｄ               ｅｎｃｏｍｐａｓｓｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｅｘｔｅｎｄｅｄ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ               ｏｆ               ｇｒａｎｄｐａｒｅｎｔｓ,               ａｕｎｔｓ,               ｕｎｃｌｅｓ               ａｎｄ               ｃｏｕｓｉｎｓ,               ｂｏｔｈ               ｉｎ-ｌａｗｓ               ａｎｄ               "ｏｕｔｌａｗｓ."               Ｆａｍｉｌｙ               ｉｓ               ｉｍｐｏｒｔａｎｔ               ｔｏ               Ｇｏｄ               ａｎｄ               ｓｈｏｕｌｄ               ｂｅ               ｉｍｐｏｒｔａｎｔ               ｔｏ               ｕｓ.

Ｗｈａｔ               ａ               ｓａｄ               ｔｈｉｎｇ               ｉｔ               ｉｓ               ｔｏ               ｒｅａｌｉｚｅ               ｔｈａｔ               ａｆｔｅｒ               ｌｏｖｅｄ               ｏｎｅｓ               ａｒｅ               ａｌｒｅａｄｙ               ｐａｓｓｅｄ               ｏｎ.
               Ｙｅｓ,               Ｉ               ｋｎｏｗ               ｔｈｅ               ｈｕｒｔ               ｔｈａｔ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ               ｍｅｍｂｅｒｓ               ｃａｎ               ｃａｕｓｅ               ｔｏ               ｏｎｅ-ａｎｏｔｈｅｒ.

Ｉ               ｈａｖｅ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｅｎｄｉｎｇ               ａｎｄ               ｒｅｃｅｉｖｉｎｇ               ｅｎｄ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｈｕｒｔ.

Ｔｈｅ               ＬＯＲＤ               ｓｈｏｗｅｄ               ｍｅ               ｔｈａｔ               ＨＩＳ               ｌｏｖｅ               ｓｕｒｐａｓｓｅｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｈｕｒｔ.

Ｔｈｅ               Ｓｐｉｒｉｔ               ｏｆ               Ｇｏｄ,               ｌｉｖｉｎｇ               ｉｎ               ｍｅ,               ａｓ               ＨＩＳ               ｂｏｒｎ-ａｇａｉｎ               ｃｈｉｌｄ,               ｅｎａｂｌｅｓ               ｍｅ               ｔｏ               ｌｏｏｋ               ｂｅｙｏｎｄ               ｍｙｓｅｌｆ               ａｎｄ               ｓｅｅｋ               ｔｏ               ｌｉｖｅ               ａ               ｌｉｆｅ               ｏｆ               ｓｅｌｆｌｅｓｓ               ｌｏｖｅ;               Ｔｈａｔ               Ｉ               ｍａｙ               ａｌｌｏｗ               ＨＩＭ               ｔｏ               ｗｏｒｋ               ｉｎ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ               ｍｅ               ｔｏ               ｍａｋｅ               ａ               ｗａｙ               ｔｈａｔ               ＨＥ               ｍｉｇｈｔ               ｒｅｃｏｎｃｉｌｅ               ｅａｃｈ               ｏｆ               ｕｓ               ｔｏ               ＨＩＭ               ａｎｄ               ｔｏ               ｏｎｅ-ａｎｏｔｈｅｒ.

Ｉ               ｒｅａｌｉｚｅｄ               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ               ｔｈｉｓ               ｆｕｎｅｒａｌ               ｅｘｐｅｒｉｅｎｃｅ               ｔｈａｔ               Ｉ               ｈａｖｅ               ａ               ｄｅｅｐｅｒ,               ｍｏｒｅ               ａｂｉｄｉｎｇ               ｌｏｖｅ               ｆｏｒ               ｍｙ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ               ｔｈａｎ               Ｉ               ｒｅａｌｉｚｅｄ.

Ｉ               ｓａｗ               ｔｈａｔ               ｍｙ               ｈｅｒｉｔａｇｅ               ｉｓ               ｐａｓｓｉｎｇ               ａｗａｙ               ｗｉｔｈｏｕｔ               ｂｅｉｎｇ               ｒｅｃｏｇｎｉｚｅｄ               ｏｒ               ｈｏｎｏｒｅｄ.

Ａｎｄ               ｓｏ               ｉｔ               ｉｓ               ｗｉｔｈ               Ｕｎｃｌｅ               Ｆｅｄ.
               Ｆｅｄ               Ｃｌａｒｋ               ｗａｓ               ａ               ｍａｎ               ｔｈａｔ               ｄｅｓｅｒｖｅｄ               ｒｅｓｐｅｃｔ               ａｎｄ               ｔｏ               ｂｅ               ｈｏｎｏｒｅｄ.

Ｈｅ               ｄｉｄｎ'ｔ               ｇｅｔ               ｍｕｃｈ               ｒｅｓｐｅｃｔ               ａｎｄ               ｈｏｎｏｒ               ｗｈｉｌｅ               ｈｅ               ｗａｓ               ａｌｉｖｅ.

Ｉ'ｍ               ａｓｈａｍｅｄ               ａｎｄ               ｓａｄｄｅｎｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｓａｙ               ｔｈａｔ               Ｉ               ｄｉｄ               ｎｏｔ               ｇｉｖｅ               ｈｉｍ               ｔｈｅ               ｒｅｓｐｅｃｔ               ｈｅ               ｄｅｓｅｒｖｅｄ.

Ｈｅ               ｗａｓ               ｍｙ               ｕｎｃｌｅ,               ｍｙ               Ａｕｎｔ               Ｊｅａｎ'ｓ               ｈｕｓｂａｎｄ               ａｎｄ               ｌｉｆｅｔｉｍｅ               ｃｏｍｐａｎｉｏｎ,               ａ               ｍｉｌｉｔａｒｙ               ｈｅｒｏ,               ａｎｄ               Ｉ               ｗａｎｔ               ｔｏ               ｇｉｖｅ               ｈｉｍ               ｔｈａｔ               ｒｅｓｐｅｃｔ               ｎｏｗ.
               Ｕｎｃｌｅ               Ｆｅｄ               ｗａｓ               ｂｏｒｎ               Ｊｕｎｅ               30ｔｈ               1929               ｔｏ               Ｒｏｂｅｒｔ               ａｎｄ               Ｆｒｏｎａ               Ｃｌａｒｋ,               ａｔ               Ｈｏｎａｋｅｒ,               Ｋｅｎｔｕｃｋｙ.

Ｈｅ               ｗａｓ               ａ               ｓｏｎ,               ａ               ｈｕｓｂａｎｄ,               ａ               ｂｒｏｔｈｅｒ-ｉｎ-ｌａｗ,               ａｎ               ｕｎｃｌｅ,               ａｎｄ               ａ               ｆｒｉｅｎｄ               ｔｏ               ｍａｎｙ.

Ｈｅ               ｌｉｖｅｄ               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ               ｔｈｅ               ｄｅａｔｈ               ｏｆ               ｍａｎｙ               ｏｆ               ｈｉｓ               ｃｌｏｓｅ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ               ａｎｄ               ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ.

Ｕｎｃｌｅ               Ｆｅｄ               ｉｓ               ｏｎｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｌａｓｔ               ｏｆ               ａ               ｐａｓｓｉｎｇ               ｇｅｎｅｒａｔｉｏｎ               ｏｆ               ｐｅｏｐｌｅ               ｔｈａｔ               ｐｌａｙｅｄ               ｂｉｇ               ｒｏｌｅｓ               ｉｎ               ｍｙ               ｙｏｕｎｇ               ｙｅａｒｓ.

Ｔｈｏｓｅ               ｔｈａｔ               ａｒｅ               ｌｅｆｔ               ａｒｅ               ｇｅｔｔｉｎｇ               ｆｅｗｅｒ               ａｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｙｅａｒｓ               ｇｏ               ｂｙ.

Ｇｒａｎｄｐａｒｅｎｔｓ,               ｐａｒｅｎｔｓ,               ａｎｄ               ａｕｎｔｓ,               ｕｎｃｌｅｓ,               ａｎｄ               ｅｖｅｎ               ｓｏｍｅ               ｏｆ               ｍｙ               ｆｉｒｓｔ               ｃｏｕｓｉｎｓ               ｈａｖｅ               ａｌｒｅａｄｙ               ｐａｓｓｅｄ               ｏｕｔ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｉｓ               ｌｉｆｅ.

Ｔｈｅ               ｆａｃｔ               ｔｈａｔ               Ｉ               ｌｏｖｅ               ｔｈｅｍ               ａｌｌ               ｉｓ               ｂｅｃｏｍｉｎｇ               ｍｏｒｅ               ｅｖｉｄｅｎｔ               ａｎｄ               ｓｏ               ｉｓ               ｍｙ               ｎｅｗ               ｆｏｕｎｄ               ｕｎｄｅｒｓｔａｎｄｉｎｇ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｉｍｐｏｒｔａｎｃｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈａｔ               ｆａｍｉｌｉａｌ               ｈｅｒｉｔａｇｅ.

Ｔｈａｔ'ｓ               ｗｈｙ               Ｉ               ｓｅｎｓｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｉｍｐｏｒｔａｎｃｅ               ｏｆ               ｈｏｎｏｒｉｎｇ               ｍｙ               Ｕｎｃｌｅ               Ｆｅｄ               ａｎｄ               ｔｏ               ａｔｔｅｍｐｔ               ｔｏ               ｄｏ               ａ               ｂｅｔｔｅｒ               ｊｏｂ               ｏｆ               ｈｏｎｏｒｉｎｇ               ｔｈｏｓｅ               ｌｏｖｅｄ               ｏｎｅｓ               ｉｎ               ｍｙ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ               ｔｈａｔ               ａｒｅ               ｌｅｆｔ               ｗｈｉｌｅ               Ｉ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｈａｖｅ               ｔｈｅｍ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｍｅ.

Ｏｎｅ               ｔｈｉｎｇ               ｉｓ               ｃｌｅａｒ.

Ｔｈｏｓｅ               ｏｆ               ｏｕｒ               ｇｅｎｅｒａｔｉｏｎ               ｈａｖｅ               ａｌｌｏｗｅｄ               ｐｒｉｃｅｌｅｓｓ               ｋｅｅｐｓａｋｅｓ               ｏｆ               ｍｅｍｏｒｉｅｓ               ａｎｄ               ｈｅｒｉｔａｇｅ               ｐａｓｓ               ｂｙ               ｖｉｒｔｕａｌｌｙ               ｕｎｎｏｔｉｃｅｄ.

Ｉ               ｈａｖｅ               ａｎｄ               Ｉ               ｒｅｇｒｅｔ               ｉｔ               ｄｅｅｐｌｙ.
               Ｙｏｕ               ｍｉｇｈｔ               ｎｏｔ               ｂｅ               ｉｎｔｅｒｅｓｔｅｄ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｌｉｆｅ               ｏｆ               ａ               ｃｏｍｍｏｎ               ｍａｎ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｔｈｅ               ｈｉｌｌｓ               ｏｆ               Ｅａｓｔｅｒｎ               Ｋｅｎｔｕｃｋｙ,               ｂｕｔ               ｂｅａｒ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｍｅ               ｆｏｒ               ａ               ｍｏｍｅｎｔ.

Ｙｏｕ               ｊｕｓｔ               ｍｉｇｈｔ               ｆｉｎｄ               ａ               ｃｏｎｎｅｃｔｉｏｎ,               ｉｎ               ｓｏｍｅ               ｗａｙ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｅｍｏｒｉｅｓ               ｏｆ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｃｈｉｌｄｈｏｏｄ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｏｓｅ               ｔｈａｔ               ｗｅｒｅ               "ａｌｗａｙｓ               ｔｈｅｒｅ"               ｗｈｉｌｅ               ｙｏｕ               ｗｅｒｅ               ａ               ｃｈｉｌｄ.
               Ｍｙ               Ｕｎｃｌｅ               Ｆｅｄ               ｉｓ               ａ               ｍａｎ               ｗｈｏ               ｌｉｖｅｄ               ａｎｄ               ｄｉｅｄ               ａ               ｍｏｓｔｌｙ               ｑｕｉｅｔ               ｌｉｆｅ.

Ａｓ               ａ               ｙｏｕｎｇ               ｍａｎ               ｏｆ               17               ｈｅ               ｗｏｒｋｅｄ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               Ｃｉｖｉｌｉａｎ               Ｃｏｎｓｅｒｖａｔｉｏｎ               Ｃｏｒｐ,               ｋｎｏｗｎ               ａｓ               ｔｈｅ               Ｔｈｒｅｅ               Ｃ'ｓ.

Ｉｎ               Ｊａｎｕａｒｙ               1942,               ａｓ               ｔｈｅ               Ｓｅｃｏｎｄ               Ｗｏｒｌｄ               Ｗａｒ               ｒａｇｅｄ               ｏｎ,               Ｆｅｄ               ｊｏｉｎｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               Ｕｎｉｔｅｄ               Ｓｔａｔｅｓ               Ａｒｍｙ,               ｔｏ               ｄｅｆｅｎｄ               ｈｉｓ               ｃｏｕｎｔｒｙ.

Ｆｅｄ               ｗａｓ               ａｎ               ｈｏｎｅｓｔ               ｔｏ               ｇｏｏｄｎｅｓｓ               ｈｅｒｏ.

Ｉ               ａｍ               ｎｏｔ               ｓｕｒｐｒｉｓｅｄ               ｔｈａｔ               ｍａｎｙ               ｄｏｎ'ｔ               ｋｎｏｗ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｔｈｉｓ               ａｓｐｅｃｔ               ｏｆ               ｈｉｓ               ｅａｒｌｙ               ｌｉｆｅ.

Ｈｅ               ｒａｒｅｌｙ               ｓｐｏｋｅ               ｏｆ               ｉｔ.

Ｉ               ｋｎｅｗ               ｓｏｍｅ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｉｔ,               ｂｕｔ               ｈｅ               ｎｅｖｅｒ               ｓｐｏｋｅ               ｏｆ               ｉｔ               ｅｘｃｅｐｔ               ａ               ｔｉｍｅ               ｓｅｖｅｒａｌ               ｙｅａｒｓ               ａｇｏ               ｗｈｅｎ               Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｖｉｓｉｔｉｎｇ               ｈｉｓ               ｈｏｍｅ.

Ａｓ               ｗｅ               ｔａｌｋｅｄ               Ｉ               ａｓｋｅｄ               ｈｉｍ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｙｅａｒｓ               ｈｅ               ｓｐｅｎｔ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｗａｒ.

Ｈｅ               ｂｅｇａｎ               ｔｏ               ｔｅｌｌ               ｍｅ               ｏｆ               ｓｅｅｉｎｇ               ｈｉｓ               ｂｕｄｄｉｅｓ               ｋｉｌｌｅｄ               ｒｉｇｈｔ               ｂｅｓｉｄｅ               ｈｉｍ               ａｎｄ               ｗｈａｔ               ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ｌｉｋｅ               ｌｉｖｉｎｇ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｈｉｃｋ               ｏｆ               ｂａｔｔｌｅ.

Ｉ               ａｓｋｅｄ               ｈｉｍ               ｓｐｅｃｉｆｉｃａｌｌｙ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｅｄａｌｓ               ｈｅ               ｈａｄ               ｗｏｎ               ａｎｄ               ｈｅ               ｓｈａｒｅｄ               ｔｈａｔ               ｓｔｏｒｙ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｍｅ.
               Ｕｎｃｌｅ               Ｆｅｄ               ｗａｓ               ｉｎｖｏｌｖｅｄ               ｉｎ               ｍａｎｙ               ｂａｔｔｌｅｓ               ｄｕｒｉｎｇ               Ｗｏｒｌｄ               Ｗａｒ               ＩＩ.

Ａｓ               ａ               ｍｅｍｂｅｒ               ｏｆ               Ｂａｔｔｅｒｙ               Ａ,               436ｔｈ,               ｈｅ               ｓｅｒｖｅｄ               ａｓ               ａｎ               Ａｎｔｉ-ａｉｒｃｒａｆｔ               Ａｒｔｉｌｌｅｒｙ               Ａｕｔｏｍａｔｉｃ               Ｗｅａｐｏｎｓ               ｃｒｅｗｍａｎ,               Ｈｉｓ               ｔｏｕｒ               ｏｆ               ｄｕｔｙ               ｉｎｃｌｕｄｅｄ:               Ａｌｇｅｒｉａ-Ｆｒｅｎｃｈ               Ｍｏｒｏｃｃｏ,               Ｔｕｎｉｓｉａ,               Ｓｉｃｉｌｙ,               Ｒｏｍｅ-Ａｒｃｏ,               Ｒｈｉｎｅｌａｎｄ,               Ｓｏｕｔｈｅｒｎ               Ｆｒａｎｃｅ,               ａｎｄ               Ｃｅｎｔｒａｌ               Ｅｕｒｏｐｅ.

Ｕｎｃｌｅ               Ｆｅｄ'ｓ               ａｃｔｉｏｎｓ               ｉｎ               ｓｅｒｖｉｃｅ               ｔｏ               ｏｕｒ               ｃｏｕｎｔｙ               ｃａｕｓｅｄ               ｈｉｍ               ｔｏ               ｂｅｃｏｍｅ               ａ               ｄｅｃｏｒａｔｅｄ               ｗａｒ               ｖｅｔｅｒａｎ.

Ｈｅ               ｒｅｃｅｉｖｅｄ               ａｎ               ＥＡＭＥ               Ｔｈｅａｔｒｅ               Ｒｉｂｂｏｎ               ｗｉｔｈ               7               Ｂｒｏｎｚｅ               Ｓｔａｒｓ,               1               Ｂｒｏｎｚｅ               Ａｒｒｏｗｈｅａｄ               ａｎｄ               ａ               Ｇｏｏｄ               Ｃｏｎｄｕｃｔ               Ｒｉｂｂｏｎ.

Ｉｎ               ｆａｃｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｒｅｓｓ               ｄｕｂｂｅｄ               Ｆｅｄ               ａｓ               ｔｈｅ               "ｂａｒｅｆｏｏｔｅｄ               ｈｅｒｏ"               ｆｏｒ               ｂｒａｖｅｒｙ.

Ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ａｔ               ｎｉｇｈｔ               ａｎｄ               ｈｅ               ｗａｓ               ｉｎ               ｂｅｄ               ｗｈｅｎ               ｔｈｅ               ａｔｔａｃｋ               ｃａｍｅ.

Ｕｎｃｌｅ               Ｆｅｄ               ｒａｎ               ｏｕｔ               ｏｆ               ｈｉｓ               ｔｅｎｔ               ｉｎ               ｂａｒｅ-ｆｅｅｔ               ａｎｄ               ｂｒｏｕｇｈｔ               ｄｏｗｎ               ａｎ               ｅｎｅｍｙ               ｐｌａｎｅ               ｗｉｔｈ               ａｎ               Ｍ-1               Ｃａｒｂｉｎｅ.

Ｗｈｅｎ               ｈｅ               ｗａｓ               ｔｅｌｌｉｎｇ               ｍｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔｏｒｙ               ｏｆ               ｄｏｗｎｉｎｇ               ｔｈａｔ               ｐｌａｎｅ               ｈｅ               ｓｈｏｗｅｄ               ｍｅ               ａ               ｐｉｅｃｅ               ｏｆ               ｉｔ               ｔｈａｔ               ｈｅ               ｈａｄ               ｒｅｃｏｖｅｒｅｄ.

Ｉ               ｋｎｅｗ               ａ               ｌｉｔｔｌｅ               ａｂｏｕｔ               Ｕｎｃｌｅ               Ｆｅｄ'ｓ               ｗａｒ               ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ               ｄｕｅ               ｔｏ               ｓｎｅａｋｉｎｇ               ａｎｄ               ｌｏｏｋｉｎｇ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｒｕｎｋ               ｈｅ               ｋｅｐｔ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｂａｓｅｍｅｎｔ.

Ｂｕｔ               Ｉ               ｄｉｄｎ'ｔ               ｒｅａｌｌｙ               ｋｎｏｗ               ｔｈｉｓ               ｓｔｏｒｙ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｏｔｈｅｒｓ               ｈｅ               ｒｅｌａｔｅｄ               ｄｕｒｉｎｇ               ｔｈａｔ               ｏｎｅ-ｔｉｍｅ               ｃｏｎｖｅｒｓａｔｉｏｎ.

Ｉ               ｒｅｇｒｅｔ               ｔｈａｔ               Ｉ               ｄｉｄｎ'ｔ               ｔａｋｅ               ａｄｖａｎｔａｇｅ               ｏｆ               ｏｔｈｅｒ               ｏｐｐｏｒｔｕｎｉｔｉｅｓ               ｔｏ               ｇｅｔ               ｔｏ               ｋｎｏｗ               ｈｉｍ               ｍｏｒｅ               ａｎｄ               ｔｏ               ｌｅａｒｎ               ｍｏｒｅ               ｏｆ               ｈｉｓ               ｅｘｐｌｏｉｔｓ               ｗｈｅｎ               Ｉ               ｈａｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｏｐｐｏｒｔｕｎｉｔｙ.
               Ａｆｔｅｒ               ｒｅｔｕｒｎｉｎｇ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｂｒａｖｅｌｙ               ａｎｄ               ｈｏｎｏｒａｂｌｙ               ｓｅｒｖｉｎｇ               ｏｕｒ               ｃｏｕｎｔｒｙ               ｉｎ               1947,               Ｕｎｃｌｅ               Ｆｅｄ               ｍａｒｒｉｅｄ               Ａｕｎｔ               Ｊｅａｎ               ａｎｄ               ｓｅｔｔｌｅｄ               ｄｏｗｎ               ｉｎ               Ｆｌｏｙｄ               Ｃｏｕｎｔｙ               Ｋｅｎｔｕｃｋｙ,               ｏｎ               Ｌｉｔｔｌｅ               Ｍｕｄ               Ｃｒｅｅｋ.

Ｗｏｒｋｉｎｇ               ｂｙ               ｄａｙ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｏａｌ               ｍｉｎｅｓ               ｈｅ               ｓｐｅｎｔ               ｍｕｃｈ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｒｅｍａｉｎｄｅｒ               ｏｆ               ｈｉｓ               ｔｉｍｅ               ｐｕｔｔｉｎｇ               ｏｕｔ               ａ               ｇａｒｄｅｎ               ｅｖｅｒｙ               ｙｅａｒ,               ｗｉｔｈ               ｔｈｅ               ｈｅｌｐ               ｏｆ               Ｏｌｄ               Ｐｅｔｅ               ｈｉｓ               ｍｕｌｅ               ａｎｄ               ａ               ｆａｉｔｈｆｕｌ               ｏｌｄ               Ｇｅｒｍａｎ               Ｓｈｅｐｈｅｒｄ               ｎａｍｅｄ               Ｓｐｏｒｔ               ｂｙ               ｈｉｓ               ｓｉｄｅ.

Ｏｈ,               ａｎｄ               Ｉ               ｃａｎ'ｔ               ｆｏｒｇｏｔ               ｈｉｓ               ｃａｔ               Ｂｏｂｂｙ.

Ｂｏｂｂｙ               ｈａｄ               ａ               ｂｏｂｂｅｄ               ｔａｉｌ,               ｔｈｅｒｅｂｙ               ｅａｒｎｉｎｇ               ｈｉｓ               ｎａｍｅ.

Ｉ               ｒｅｍｅｍｂｅｒ               ｈｏｗ               Ｕｎｃｌｅ               Ｆｅｄ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｇｏ               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ               ｈｉｓ               ｇａｒｄｅｎ               ｗｉｔｈ               ａ               ｃｏｆｆｅｅ               ｃａｎ               ａｎｄ               ｃｏｌｌｅｃｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｕｇｓ               ｏｆｆ               ｈｉｓ               ｂｅａｎｓ               ａｎｄ               ｐｏｔａｔｏｅｓ               ｐｌａｎｔｓ.

Ｉ               ｒｅｍｅｍｂｅｒ               ｔｈａｔ               ｍａｎｙ               ｍａｄｅ               ｆｕｎ               ｏｆ               ｈｉｍ               ｆｏｒ               ｄｏｉｎｇ               ｔｈａｔ,               ｂｕｔ               ｔｈｅｙ               ｈａｄ               ｎｏ               ｐｒｏｂｌｅｍ               ｅａｔｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｅａｎｓ               ａｎｄ               ｐｏｔａｔｏｅｓ               ｈｅ               ｇｒｅｗ.
               Ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｌａｔｅ               1960'ｓ               Ｕｎｃｌｅ               Ｆｅｄ               ａｎｄ               Ａｕｎｔ               Ｊｅａｎ               ｍｏｖｅｄ               ｔｏ               Ｉｎｄｉａｎａ               ａｎｄ               ｓｅｔ               ｕｐ               ｒｅｓｉｄｅｎｃｅ               ｉｎ               Ｋｅｎｄａｌｌｖｉｌｌｅ.

Ｈｅ               ｂｅｇａｎ               ｗｏｒｋｉｎｇ               ａｔ               Ｎｅｗｎａｍ               Ｆｏｕｎｄｒｙ               ａｎｄ               ｒｅｍａｉｎｅｄ               ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｕｎｔｉｌ               ｈｅ               ｒｅｔｉｒｅｄ               ａｎｄ               ｍｏｖｅｄ               ｂａｃｋ               ｔｏ               Ｋｅｎｔｕｃｋｙ               ｔｏ               ｓｐｅｎｄ               ｈｉｓ               ｌａｓｔ               ｄａｙｓ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｌａｎｄ               ｈｅ               ｗａｓ               ｒａｉｓｅｄ               ｏｎ.

Ｉ               ｗｏｒｋｅｄ               ｆｏｒ               ａ               ｖｅｒｙ               ｓｈｏｒｔ               ｔｉｍｅ               ａｔ               Ｎｅｗｎａｍ               Ｆｏｕｎｄｒｙ               ｗｉｔｈ               Ｕｎｃｌｅ               Ｆｅｄ.

Ａｔ               ｗｅｌｌ               ｏｖｅｒ               ｔｗｉｃｅ               ｍｙ               ａｇｅ               ｈｅ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｗｏｒｋ               ｍｅ               ａｎｄ               ｍａｎｙ               ｏｔｈｅｒ               ｍｅｎ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｇｒｏｕｎｄ.

Ｈｅ               ｗｏｒｋｅｄ               ｈａｒｄ               ａｎｄ               ｈａｄ               ａ               ｇｒｅａｔ               ｗｏｒｋ               ｅｔｈｉｃ.

Ｉ               ｃａｎ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｒｅｍｅｍｂｅｒ               ｗａｌｋｉｎｇ               ｄｏｗｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｒａｉｌｒｏａｄ               ｔｒａｃｋｓ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｆｏｕｎｄｒｙ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ａｆｔｅｒｎｏｏｎ               ａｓ               ｗｅ               ｗｅｎｔ               ｔｏ               ｗｏｒｋ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｅｃｏｎｄ               ｓｈｉｆｔ.

Ｉ               ｄｉｄｎ'ｔ               ｋｎｏｗ               ｉｔ               ｔｈｅｎ,               ｂｕｔ,               ｉｎ               ｈｉｎｄｓｉｇｈｔ               Ｉ               ｓｅｅ               ｈｏｗ               ｈｅ               ｔｏｏｋ               ｃａｒｅ               ｏｆ               ｍｅ.
               Ｗｈｅｎ               Ｕｎｃｌｅ               Ｆｅｄ               ｒｅｔｉｒｅｄ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｔｈｅ               ｆｏｕｎｄｒｙ               ａｎｄ               ｒｅｔｕｒｎｅｄ               "ｂａｃｋ               ｈｏｍｅ"               ｔｏ               Ｅａｓｔｅｒｎ               Ｋｅｎｔｕｃｋｙ,               ｈｅ,               ｏｎｃｅ               ａｇａｉｎ,               ｔｏｏｋ               ｕｐ               ｇａｒｄｅｎｉｎｇ               ｆｕｌｌ-ｔｉｍｅ               ａｎｄ               ｂｅｃａｍｅ               ｉｎｖｏｌｖｅｄ               ｗｉｔｈ               ａ               ｓｅｎｉｏｒ               ｃｉｔｉｚｅｎｓ               ｇｒｏｕｐ               ａｔｔｅｎｄｉｎｇ               ｖａｒｉｏｕｓ               ｅｖｅｎｔｓ.

Ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ｓａｉｄ               ｂｙ               ｔｈｅ               ｇｒｏｕｐ               ｔｈａｔ               ｈｅ               ａｌｗａｙｓ               ｈａｄ               ａ               ｓｍｉｌｅ               ｏｎ               ｈｉｓ               ｆａｃｅ               ａｎｄ               ｗａｓ               ａ               ｊｏｙ               ｔｏ               ｂｅ               ａｒｏｕｎｄ.

Ｈｅ               ｈａｄ               ｃｏｍｅ               ｆｕｌｌ               ｃｉｒｃｌｅ,               ｂａｃｋ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｌａｃｅ               ｏｆ               ｈｉｓ               ｂｉｒｔｈ.

Ｈｉｓ               ｆｉｎａｌ               ｙｅａｒｓ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｂｉｔｔｅｒｓｗｅｅｔ               ａｓ               ｔｈｅｙ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｎｅｖｅｒ               ｂｅ               ｑｕｉｔｅ               ｗｈａｔ               ｈｅ               ｅｘｐｅｃｔｅｄ               ｔｈｅｍ               ｔｏ               ｂｅ,               ｂｕｔ               ａｔ               ｌｅａｓｔ               ｈｅ               ｗａｓ               ｗｈｅｒｅ               ｈｅ               ｃａｌｌｅｄ               "ｈｏｍｅ."
               Ｄｕｒｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｌａｓｔ               ｔｈｒｅｅ               ｔｏ               ｆｏｕｒ               ｙｅａｒｓ               ｏｆ               Ｕｎｃｌｅ               Ｆｅｄ'ｓ               ｌｉｆｅ,               ａｓ               ｈｉｓ               ｈｅａｌｔｈ               ｂｅｇａｎ               ｔｏ               ｄｅｃｌｉｎｅ,               ｍｙ               Ａｕｎｔ               Ｊｅａｎ               ｓｔａｙｅｄ               ｂｙ               ｈｉｓ               ｓｉｄｅ.

Ｉ               ｋｎｏｗ               ｓｈｅ               ｍｉｓｓｅｓ               ｈｉｍ               ｍｏｒｅ               ｔｈａｎ               Ｉ               ｄｏ               ｏｒ               ａｎｙ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ               ａｎｄ               ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ               ｔｈａｔ               ａｒｅ               ｌｅｆｔ               ｂｅｈｉｎｄ.

Ｂｕｔ,               ｌｉｆｅ               ｇｏｅｓ               ｏｎ.

Ａｎｄ               ｏｎｅ               ｄａｙ               ｗｅ               ｔｏｏ               ｗｉｌｌ               ｆａｃｅ               ｔｈａｔ               ｄａｙ               ａｎｄ               ｋｅｅｐ               ｔｈａｔ               ａｐｐｏｉｎｔｍｅｎｔ               ｔｈａｔ               ｉｓ               ｓｅｔ               ｆｏｒ               ｅａｃｈ               ｏｆ               ｕｓ.

Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｔｏｌｄ               ｔｈａｔ               Ｕｎｃｌｅ               Ｆｅｄ               ｈａｄ               ｉｎｄｉｃａｔｅｄ               ｔｈａｔ               ｈｅ               ｗａｓ               ｒｅａｄｙ               ｔｏ               ｇｏ               ｈｏｍｅ               ｔｏ               ｂｅ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｔｈｅ               ＬＯＲＤ.

Ｗｉｔｈ               ｔｈａｔ               ｋｎｏｗｌｅｄｇｅ,               Ｉ               ｌｏｏｋ               ｆｏｒｗａｒｄ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｄａｙ,               ｗｈｅｎ               Ｉ               ｗｉｌｌ               ｓｅｅ               ｈｉｍ               ｉｎ               ｈｅａｖｅｎ               ａｌｏｎｇ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｍｙ               ｂｅｌｏｖｅｄ               ｐａｒｅｎｔｓ               ａｎｄ               ｏｔｈｅｒ               ｌｏｖｅｄ               ｏｎｅｓ               ｗｈｏ               ｈａｖｅ               ｇｏｎｅ               ｂｅｆｏｒｅ.

Ｔｈｅｎ               ｗｅ               ｗｉｌｌ               ａｌｌ               ｇａｔｈｅｒ               ａｒｏｕｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｈｒｏｎｅ               ａｎｄ               ｓｉｎｇ               ｐｒａｉｓｅｓ               ｔｏ               ｏｕｒ               ＬＯＲＤ               ａｎｄ               Ｓａｖｉｏｒ               ｗｈｏ               ｄｉｅｄ               ｔｈａｔ               ｗｅ               ｍｉｇｈｔ               ｌｉｖｅ               ｆｏｒｅｖｅｒ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｈｉｍ.

Ｊｅｓｕｓ               ｓａｉｄ,               "Ｉ               ａｍ               ｔｈｅ               ｒｅｓｕｒｒｅｃｔｉｏｎ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｌｉｆｅ.

Ｈｅ               ｗｈｏ               ｂｅｌｉｅｖｅｓ               ｉｎ               Ｍｅ,               ｔｈｏｕｇｈ               ｈｅ               ｍａｙ               ｄｉｅ,               ｈｅ               ｓｈａｌｌ               ｌｉｖｅ.

Ａｎｄ               ｈｅ               ｗｈｏ               ｂｅｌｉｅｖｅｓ               ｉｎ               ｍｅ               ｓｈａｌｌ               ｎｅｖｅｒ               ｄｉｅ.

Ｄｏ               ｙｏｕ               ｂｅｌｉｅｖｅ               ｔｈｉｓ?"               Ｔｈａｔ'ｓ               ａ               ｐｒｏｍｉｓｅ               Ｉ               ｂｅｌｉｅｖｅ.

Ｊｅｓｕｓ               ｉｓ               ａｓｋｉｎｇ,               "Ｄｏ               ｙｏｕ?"               Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｔｏｌｄ               Ｕｎｃｌｅ               Ｆｅｄ               ｄｉｄ.
               Ｆｏｒ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ               ｔｏ               ｓｔａｙ               ｔｏｇｅｔｈｅｒ               ｆｏｒ               ｅｔｅｒｎｉｔｙ,               ｔｈｅｙ               ｍｕｓｔ               ｂｅｃｏｍｅ               ａ               ｐａｒｔ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ               ｏｆ               ｏｕｒ               ｈｅａｖｅｎｌｙ               Ｆａｔｈｅｒ,               ｔｈｅ               Ａｌｍｉｇｈｔｙ               Ｇｏｄ,               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ               ｂｅｌｉｅｆ               ａｎｄ               ｆａｉｔｈ               ｉｎ               ＨＩＳ               ｓｏｎ               Ｊｅｓｕｓ               ｔｈｅ               Ｃｈｒｉｓｔ.

Ｍｙｐｒａｙｅｒ               ｉｓ               ｔｈａｔ               ａｓ               ｙｏｕ               ｃｏｎｓｉｄｅｒ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ               ｔｉｅｓ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｐａｓｓｉｎｇ               ｏｆ               ｈｅｒｉｔａｇｅ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｅｍｂｅｒｓ               ｏｆ               ｏｕｒ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ               ｔｈａｔ               ｈａｖｅ               ｐａｓｓｅｄ               ｏｎ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈａｔ               ｗｅ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｈａｖｅ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｕｓ.

Ａｎｄ               ｔｈａｔ               ｙｏｕ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｔａｋｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｉｍｅ               ｔｏ               ｃｏｎｓｉｄｅｒ               ｗｈｅｔｈｅｒ               ｙｏｕ               ａｒｅ               ａｄｏｐｔｅｄ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ               ｏｆ               Ｇｏｄ.

Ｊｅｓｕｓ               ｓａｉｄ               ｔｈａｔ               ＨＩＳ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ               ｉｓ               ｍａｄｅ               ｕｐ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｏｓｅ               ｗｈｏ               ｄｏ               ＨＩＳ               Ｆａｔｈｅｒ'ｓ               ｗｉｌｌ.

Ｂｅｉｎｇ               ａ               ｐａｒｔ               ｏｆ               ＨＩＳ               ｆａｍｉｌｙｉｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｏｎｌｙ               ｔｈｉｎｇ               ｔｈａｔ               ｍａｋｅｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｅａｒｔｈｌｙ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ               ｏｆ               ｂｌｏｏｄ               ｒｅｌａｔｉｖｅｓ               ｗｏｒｋ               ａｎｄ               ｍａｋｅ               ｓｅｎｓｅ.

Ｏｕｒ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ               ｈｅｒｉｔａｇｅ               ｉｎ               ＨＩＳ               ｂｌｏｏｄ               ａｓｓｕｒｅｓ               ｕｓ               ｏｆ               ｅｖｅｒｌａｓｔｉｎｇ,               ｅｔｅｒｎａｌ               ｌｉｆｅ               ｔｏｇｅｔｈｅｒ               ｗｉｔｈ               ＨＩＭ.

Ｍａｙ               Ｇｏｄ               ｂｌｅｓｓ               ａｎｄ               ｋｅｅｐ               ｙｏｕ.

Ａｎｄ               ｍａｙ               ＨＥ               ｍａｋｅ               ＨＩＳ               ｆａｃｅ               ｔｏ               ｓｈｉｎｅ               ｕｐｏｎ               ｙｏｕ.






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