Today we lost one of the brotherhood.
He was a man I greatly respected and admired. He loved his family and made everyone he talked to feel important. His name was Phil Santoemma.
Over the last year or so, he battled with cancer. We know now that he is not in pain any longer and that he is literally with Jesus. I thank the Lord for his life.
One of the last conversations I had with him was before I went to Tanzania. He said "Maybe sometime I will go on a missions trip or to Africa". I do not quote him in regret but in inspiration.
In memory of him I will continue to go.
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