I read in the local newspaper that the man who was the pastor at my family's church for years just died today. He was a very friendly person, an absolute joy to be around, who made sure to keep his church as welcoming as possible. Even back when we were new to the place, he made sure to make us all feel like a part of the "family" so to speak. That man truly embodied Jesus' philosophy of loving your neighbor in every way.
However, I always felt very bad for him because he had a long, hard struggle with Parkinson's Disease throughout his life. In fact, the worsening effects of his condition were what later caused him to quit preaching. He just couldn't keep it up anymore.
The saddest part of this whole thing is that he and his wife had just got done celebrating their 57th anniversary 5 days ago......and then he passed away today. I can't even begin to imagine what she's feeling right now.