What can I say about Mr. Smith - and he was always MR. Smith to me, and always will be. Kind, funny, steady, smart - I could go on. The Smith family welcomed me from an early age (12 to be exact) and he was the anchor of the family. When my own father died shortly after my 18th birthday, their family became a refuge for a young man who was, from time to time, overwhelmed and lost. He offered guidance when needed and advice when requested. I always felt welcome at the Smith's - and he was the chief welcomer. I most remember his wry sense of humor - a trait I think we shared. He seemed to appreciate my snarky observations more than the average person, and I appreciated his as well! He could put you at ease or put you in your place, with a glance. And, I learned the most important thing about boats from Mr. Smith - "A hole in the water into which one pours money"!
I regret that distance kept me from seeing him in these past years, but I take some comfort in the hope that he knew that he had a role in making me the man I am today. For that I will be forever grateful! In my own way, I loved this man, and I will miss him! God Bless Mrs. Smith, and all my "adopted" siblings - Doug, Scott, Sharon, Terry and my Birthday Buddy, Heather. May the Good Lord cradle Mr. Smith in the hollow of His hand!
