Thursday, September 24, 2015
Mr. Cowie made me feel like family. He called me his adopted daughter, and I was never more proud. In a lot of ways, I was always very aware of how much I wanted to please him. The months before he passed I rarely visited because I was afraid...afraid he might be disappointed in me. I didn't feel like much of a success, but I know now that was stupid. Mr. Cowie only ever did anything out of love. He was as much a father to his flock as a teacher and a pastor. I miss him terribly, and can only pray that God eases the pain of this moment and replaces it with peace and joy. I know in my heart Doug is overjoyed with his Father in Heaven. He is not mourning. He is overjoyed. I only pray we feel that same joy one day.
Love and miss you all.