My friend, Frank

This is my friend, Frank. Actually, I call him my boy friend. He is 93 years old, and is in great health, is as sharp as a tack, has the most wonderful sense of humor, and a heart of gold. I go visit him whenever I can, or sometimes he calls and asks me to come by. I love to go because I know I will come away with so much more than I can give. We met the day of his wife's funeral-they were married 73 years. Even that day and in those circumstances, he was full of joy and made me laugh. When I visit him, he tells me about his Bible study and what he and the Lord have been talking about lately. He still gets a ride to church each Sunday. He told me today that he's closed down two Sunday School classes. "I was in that class and everyone died and they closed it down, then I went to another one and everyone died and they closed it down too! I just don't go anymore!" I really don't like to think about being around when I'm 93, it makes me tired to think about it, but if I am, I hope I can be like him. He is such a blessing to me and I am very thankful that God isn't finished with him yet!