A young 2009 graduate who I only knew from working with him at a housing project with children, died in a hit & run accident this week. He was riding his bike on a Florida small highway, was hit by a car whose driver didn’t take the time to stop and assist, parts of his bicycle strewn all across the road. This is written in his memory.
Memories of Bryan Wrigley at Grant Homes
Every day, you came,
to serve the children,
got them settled
to begin their work,
You wouldn’t take
no for an answer,
sat them down,
Put pencil to paper,
Quietly calling them all by name,
Firmly, but gently,
You made their learning a game,
Elijah, Devonte, Craig, Kalim,
Jordan, Diamond, Dynasty, Akim,
You quieted voices
of children in need,
of 10-year-old children
who couldn’t read,
You gave them a father figure,
and a friend,
Some they knew cared deeply
just for them,
Inasmuch as ye have done to the least of My brethren,
So ye have done it unto Me, *
Of all the ways you are remembered by others,
This one is special to me.
How we affect the hearts of children
may be how our life is measured,
To none is known the time we have,
how many years we are given,
What more could any parent ask,
than our child burn so brightly
as to light another’s path,
For we know, beyond a doubt,
we will meet again,
in His “World without end,
Amen, amen.”
*Matthew 25:40
Doctor Grandma 
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