UNCLE HARRY

Grandmother's oldest son was Uncle Harry, and he was a motorcycle cop for the Miami police force , and was possibly my favorite Uncle.He was struck down while attempting a police stop, and lost the use of both legs,so in his spare time,he constructed miniature ships.He built me a small red and white one,that I dearly treasure.I'm afraid that the masts have been broken, and the sails are torn, but the "Becky" still stands propped up on my bookcase! It is a reminder of the love of someone who gave so much to me, even though he had been struck down!
It is also a reminder of my Father's love for me too! Because my Father loved me so much, He was broken;torn,and struck down in His love for me.
And yet, a remarkable thing happened,He wasn't finished building "His ship"......
He projected Himself out of that tomb and arose into Heaven above,where He is completing the work the Father has for Him to do.....and that is to bring the rest of the fleet Home soon......and very soon!
Becky