I was a very lost 18 year old girl when I walked into cattlemen’s and met you for the first time. All these years later I haven’t thrown out the shirt I wore the night I met you and colleen because it meant something to me although I haven’t worn it. You stood up and gave me a hug. I didn’t know my identity or what I wanted in my life in that season, but I was welcomed right away.
Two years later I wasn’t even engaged to your son and you paid for me to stay with you and your family while your son was having multiply brain surgeries. I remember some conversations, I remember being cared for when your son was in a rough spot. You just extended that care and generosity out to me.
The following year I became a Hudson. That came with big shoes because everywhere I went people knew who you were. They would talk to me and say hi to me and I would have to ask Caleb who they were haha but they all loved you.
Then you became a grandpa to my own kids. This is probably the hardest thing for me to see is my husband loose his father and my kids not understand that you’re not coming down anymore. You are definitely missed and I am forever grateful for that first hug over 10 years ago. In these last 10 years I have grown and I am no longer that lost teenager. I hope I carry your families name well, and I hope one day I leave this earth with the positive impact that you have. It’s incredible to see the amount of people that are stepping out with stories and love for you.
I’m thankful that every greeting started with a hug and every goodbye ended with a hug and some joke. Our last hug was as good as the first one…. my heart is broken and you are missed.