There sure has been a lot of death this month.
Farrah Fawcett : unfortunate.
Billy Mayes: unexpected.
Ed McMahon: unwanted.
And Michael Jackson: unavoidable.
But as the world mourns these people with much fanfare, Garvon Hisaw passed on without society’s notice.
Garvon was man greatly admired by my family and countless others.
On the outside, he worked over 30 years at A&P groceries in management.
But on the inside, he was a spiritual giant.
Some of my fondest childhood memories involve going to the A&P to shop for groceries and visit Mr. Hisaw.
Always kind.
Always loving.
Yet, underneath his meek exterior laid a character of steel integrity.
It was this trait that I would experience every Sunday, as Mr. Hisaw was also a member of my church, Istrouma Baptist, serving there for over 50 years.
His love for the Lord was unmistakable.
True, he was a man of few words, but the love of Jesus always radiated though his countenance and friendly smile.
Perhaps his gentle demeanor was his greatest witness.
He was steadfastly dedicated to his family, and his country.
For three years he fought in the U.S. Army during World War II.
When his health began to deteriorate, he left Baton Rouge and ended up at Tracepoint (a retirement community in Clinton, MS).
My last time to see him was about a year ago, when he was in the midst of a new battle: for his mind.
Waging war against a new enemy: Alzheimer's.
Along with his family, I was able to spend some time conversing with him and admiring his A&P plaque and military regalia.
Though his mind struggled to recognize me, I saw in his eyes the same familiar spirit that I remembered so well.
His passing adds to the list of loved ones that I know will be on standby to receive me at the Gates.
I know I will see him among all of my friends in high places one day, but for now:
Goodbye, Mr. Hisaw.
See you soon!
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