Once again I’m Faced with the lose of a loved one. My Gramps died the other day. He was one of my Heros the man who instilled a love for missions and Asian culture. See my Gramps was born and raised in Tibet as a mk. I can remember him telling me stories and also him going on trips to china to teach. With out his or my pops influence I don’t think I would be doing what I do now . So I guess this is my way of saying thanks and that I’m still gonna change the world by loving people.
Gramps the world has one less super hero now that you are gone.