That’s why people loved him. And they did love him.
The Lewis Cass cheerleaders loved him enough to perform a special cheer for him every time he was at a game.
“Feed ‘em hay. Feed ‘em oats,” they would chant. “Make ‘em look like billy goats.”
If you haven’t noticed yet, Merlyn was a once-in-a-lifetime kind of man. Once you met him, no amount of time with him ever seemed enough.
I’m sure so many of us wish we could see him now, just one more time, but he died Nov. 24.
He lived a full life, I know. He was 94, but it doesn’t make losing him any easier.
When I’m sad, though, I like to picture him up in heaven embracing his wife after years apart and whispering, “Ruby…What a gal.”
[friday] editor/ grieving gal