He was a good man. He got me interested in computers, oh so many years ago. I had to do a report for an Algebra class. he gave me a tour of a computer room. I took home a computer punch card and a strip of magnetic tape. I stapled these to a report and turned it in. I think I got an A.
Whenever the family needed anything, he was quick to help. The question was not why, but was how much. He would have gladly given the shirt off of his back, and then brought you another one the second day.
Life was hard for him. I certainly don't know all of the reasons. He had struggles he could not overcome. They pulled him down daily. He wouldn't ask for help, that wasn't his way. I feel like his struggles caused distance between him and those that should have been close to him. Just my impression. I know that I've seen that with folks around me. The struggles caused a distance, a gap or a chasm. Eventually, I learned that the struggles weren't mine and I could get close anyway.
Life's no longer hard for him. Rest easy.