Remembering Danny Fashho
No matter where you are when you hear the news, it hurts. And the further from home you are when you hear it, the more it hurts. Danny was a brother in Christ, a humble man, loving husband and devoted father. He worked hard to care for his family, and led a quiet life. I can never remember a time where I saw him without a smile on his face or peace in his spirit. For that matter, I can't remember ever seeing him without his wife in the same building. The two may be related. Two days ago, my wife called me to let me know that Danny had suffered a massive heart attack, and that he passed on. I was stunned. It was just four weekends ago that we were at the annual church retreat, talking about one of his favorite subjects - his boys, themselves fine young men. With the excitement of a father for his children, he told me how his boys were headed down to South Carolina that weekend for some time with their cousins. Even now, as I write this, I am on the verge of tears. Thinking about the...