Monday, April 25, 2016
Lyle Rowland was my mother's brother. I met Lyle at an age too young to remember. Uncle Lyle was as kind and gentle a soul as I have ever met. I remember my Dad telling me when I was little that Uncle Lyle was the best mechanic he had ever known. He had no use for fancy clothes or cars or any of the trappings of life. Uncle Lyle loved his family and they are who brought blessing and richness into his life. As quiet and gentle as he was, what was on his heart was clearly seen in his eyes. He would beam when a grand child, niece or nephew or any little one was in his lap! Aunt Pat was clearly his beloved and at the center of his life. Lyle loved to hunt and be outdoors. This legacy has been deeply ingrained in his children and especially evident in his sons. Although it was often a little difficult as a nephew who did not see him often during my growing up years, to strike up a conversation with him, there was an unmistakable peace and warmth just being in his company. He smiled like a halogen lamp and lit up the space and the people around him and a more infectious laugh I have seldom heard. He earned the nickname "Tobey" at some point in his youth and so often I have heard family members over the years speak of "Tob". When my mother in law was living with us for several years before she passed. Tob would stop by just to call on her and chat, I often thought he believed that she might be lonely when we were away during the day and just would appreciate a visit. A wealthy man indeed!
That loving heart is evident today!! It is alive in Jill's eyes! It echo's in Bobby's laugh! visible in Ronnie's smile! And just as visible in the grandchildren and great grandchildren as well
We love you all cousins! We suffer with you in grief. We celebrate with you a life well and carefully lived!
The Lord grant you his peace and comfort.
Bruce
