02/10/2026
I struggle to find the right words to
express the pain of losing a man who was far more than a generous giver. He became my family, someone whose presence, kindness, friendship & love left a lasting mark on my life, my family & the
lives of so many people around the world.
He left this world alongside his beloved wife, Lulu, the two pilots &his wife’s aide. 4 precious lives were suddenly taken, leaving behind families and loved ones who are now trying to make sense of a loss that is almost impossible to comprehend.
My heart goes out to every family affected by this tragedy.
But even in the middle of this pain, I choose to hold on to Jesus.
I choose to believe His promises when my heart is broken.
I choose to believe we did not lose these souls, Heaven gained them.
That truth does not mean we don’t grieve. We grieve because we loved them & also because they mattered. We feel this emptiness because their presence meant so much to us.
But our faith reminds us that death does not have the final word.
When I think about him, what I will remember most is not simply what he had, but what he chose to do with what he had. He understood that true wealth is measured by the lives we touch, people we lift & the difference we make while we are here.
He gave millions in support of the work of the Lord, helping to advance its mission, strengthen its ministry & enable us to reach people who needed hope, encouragement, and practical support.
He didn’t stop at the church, he gave to individuals, families, communities & causes that mattered to him. Many people benefited from his kindness,
often in ways that may never become known
publicly.
For me personally, his loss carries a different kind of pain because he was not simply someone I knew through his generosity.
He was family.
We shared moments, conversations, dreams, laughter, & memories that I will carry with me for the rest of my life.
