This would have been my hon's 79th birthday! Born on Friday the 13th--a perfect day for his puckish personality which compelled him to use plastic spiders, roaches, flies, snakes, etc. to other's disadvantage; it compelled him to stuff frightening dummies for the enjoyment of others; and to think of other devious plans to prank others. All in good fun--his. Because people loved him, they quickly forgave him for any uncomfortable moments he caused and often tried to get him back (usually failing).
He was a kind, compassionate man who loved children, his job as a teacher and principal, and his family. God was #1 on his list of those to be adored, and his life and conversation showed it.
I often wonder what he would have been like in old age because he never seemed to age. He loved me and his son Brandon with all his heart, and we returned the love and high esteem. I wish there could have been more days to spread the love.
I read at Thomas Elementary yesterday, and had to pause under his portrait in the hall and think about how much he would have loved his school (although he would have been very shocked and humbled by the honor of having a school named after him.)
Happy birthday Sam Thomas -- wonder if heaven has birthday cakes? Maybe angel food? With ambrosia and divinity on the side?