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December 7th is always a special day for me.  It was the day that my Grandfather, Elihu Rigsby was born.  There have been many important men in my life, that have shaped who I am today including my father, step-fathers, and my father in law, and all of whom I’m so very thankful.  I may have not had the opportunity to spend as much time with my Grandfather as I would have liked or should have, but he is still teaching me things after all of these years.  I still learn from his example, from reflecting on my memories of just hanging out with him on his farm, when I was a boy.  My visions are perhaps clouded by great love, but in retrospect the time spent on the farm with both he and my Grandmother, where like being  in Shangri-La.  No one is perfect, but there are some who come much closer than others.  I’ve never meet anyone in my life, who knew my grandfather, that did not tell me a story about his generosity, thoughtfulness, kindness, and goodhearted nature.  Even after several years now, I miss him more than words can say.  Happy Birthday Granddaddy.