Thursday, February 21, 2013
Growing up, I remember many happy visits to the DeBoers. "Dad" DeBoer would call me Hester, and he provided what I would call a solid, father-figure to me. He was a hard working man of God who was genuine and kind hearted. Even though he seemed to tower above us all and we all respected him, I didn't feel the least bit intimidated by him (after I got to know him a bit, of course). He had enough warmth and love to share, even with his children's friends. Even after I became an adult, when I saw him, like at Assateague Island while they were all camping, he still remembered me and called me Hester. I know he is dearly missed now, but I am happy that he is in Heaven in his new body, free of pain, and he's probably asking the Lord what he can do to help out up there.