Mr. Haddix was always so kind to our family. Maybe it was because we were part of the mission and he used to be the mission director for many years, but he was kind to many other people too. He had been retired for a while when we first met him. He always inquired of the goings on at camp and also had a special interest in the horses.
There was many a time when Nate and I would visit Mr. and Mrs. Haddix. (I could never call him by his first name, It just seemed not respectful enough) We would drop by their house in town after we finished teaching character traits in the schools. Many times we would eat with them. Mostly we would just sit and visit. He liked it when I brought my guitar in. I always had it with me because of teaching. I would sing three songs with the students before teaching, so I would also play a hymm or two for them as the visit continued.
Mr. Haddix was a very creative person. He was handy with wood, paper, and metal. He always had some gift to give us or our children...a step stool, a bracelett made of gum wrappers, a wooden fish that was made from Jesus' name, wooden trains for our kids, and on and on. Mrs. Haddix gave her share of gifts too. There are oodles of sewing notions in my closet that she passed on or an item of clothing or something out of her small garden. Mr. and Mrs. Haddix were so happy to share and give.
Soon Mrs. Haddix was having some health issues and couldn't navigate the many stairs in their house. Mr. Haddix then started another home that would be smaller and handicap accessible. He worked on that place, which was just up the hill from his own house. Sadly the house didn't get finished enough to move into. The health issues were to the point that it was best that they move into an apartment beneath their son Stanley. We were sad, though, because they moved about an hour away. We helped Mr.and Mrs. Haddix move. We helped them clean their house and prepare it for a buyer.
The visits were no longer two or three times a week, but once a month.
We would take them meals or just come and visit. Mr. Haddix still had a woodshop in the back of his apartment and continued to give gifts. That's just the way he was.
Sadly Mr. Haddix got cancer and passed away last Saturday. Yesterday we attended his funeral and I played "Gone To Be With Jesus" on guitar for his family. I added a bride between verses two and three that contained the verse from Psalm 116:15, "Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints." -Guess I will have to get another recording done of that song to include the bridge.
His wife could not attend because of health issues. We followed the funeral procession from the funeral home to camp where he was buried. As we drove into the old camp entrance a beautiful thing awaited us. All the horses except two were lined up (on their own) along the fence facing the road. It put a catch in my throat as we drove past the pasture. It was like they were there on cue for Mr. Haddix as the hurse slowly drove into camp.
- Just had to write this down and share...I certainly will miss Mr. Haddix.