A special friend from church has just died from cancer. So many wonderful snapshots of the man, his talents, gentleness, wisdom, kindness, and of his wonderful family are meandering through my mind this morning.

When our church building was under construction, he was the driver for several choir members to a rehearsal site in Burnsville. He had a big bass voice, a hearty laugh, an endearing chuckle. Those trips were fun. When his bass voice was part of the choir, we had solid underpinnings.

A Sunday performance of “Old Man River” has stayed with many of us. Other special musical moments were his playful duets with Beverly, our resident diva. Both comfortable, talented performers, they brought out the best in each other.

When we wanted recommendations of people who do odd jobs, or specialized ones, we knew Lou would have suggestions. We were happy with the work done by his circle of specialists. When we had questions about opera, a passion of his, we could count on him for answers.

I am a saver, as was Lou. I identify with that predilection and with the frustration of those who live with us. One never knows when something will be useful, if only we can locate it.

Cancer doesn’t discriminate. Attitude can affect treatment, and Lou proved that with his positive approach to the ravages of the disease. Lou’s many friends and his special family traveled the road with him. Now at peace, he has a place in our hearts.