“My husband loved the Lord, his family and his country, which he served and defended for 30 years while in the submarine service. He was diagnosed with Esophageal Cancer in November. Never once throughout his battle with this disease did he question God’s plan or will for his life. He fought the fight with determination and grace. Even as the disease took away his strength, his ability to eat, and other bodily functions, he strived to maintain as normal a life as possible. When the time came for him to go home to the Lord, he was ready. He was able to tell us, his family, how much we had enriched his life. And we, in turn, were able to tell him how much he meant to us. He went peacefully, in his sleep, surrounded by all of us who loved him, just as he had wished. His life was one of service, and by donating his organs and tissue to science, he hoped that one day a cure would be found, for this disease which at this time is, incurable.” -Carol W.