Today, I'm remembering a great man with a penchant for accordians, encased meats, gummy strawberries, woodworking and the White Sox. He had a kind heart - one that defied medical odds for more years than I've been alive - and a quiet but lively soul. Few men can reach 85 years of age and still be considered a "stud" - but he could. Thanks for the memories, Papa Studz. My life is richer for knowing you, and I praise God for providing the ultimate healing.
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