Felix
There was a man who once here posted, Never fought and never boasted.
To many here he gave a hand, a gentle word, a solid stand.
He was here at the very beginning, got us shooting, got us winning.
Never a word, hard or uncaring, ever came from his office sharing.
A better friend has no one here, and as a mentor, he had no peer.
Even as sickness found his door and walked upon his daily floor,
He never complained nor breathed a word, that he was nearly with the Lord.
He just kept smiling, helping and striving, to help us be better at living.
Now he’s left and in God’s choir, He’ll sing His praises and never tire.
No more sorrow no more tears, no more regret of wasted years.
No more people to tell, how to cast boolits and shoot them well.
Now he’s gone and we’re alone, the cat is still and silent as stone.
Where is the cat running through my thread? I wished so often his post to read.
Here is my quarry, what is the solution? If Felix posted, there was no dilution.
A perfect resolve to the question at hand, but not too obvious and never bland.
What will it be like, now that he’s gone? Now that his presence has flown like a swan?
The torch has been passed but’s to heavy to lift. For none can be found here so blessed with that gift.
Join me now friends, let us do good to our brothers, to honor Felix, by blessing others.
Felix enjoyed his life, his family, and his friends.
Seems that no matter how many irons he had in the fire, there was enough of him to go around, right until the very end.
He left a legacy here that will never be forgotten. Someday, people will wonder why castboolits.com is just different than it used to be. Years from now, people will dig through the archives and read how we responded to each other, and wonder why the forum seems…….sadder. Because Felix was here. His manner affected the people here and brought a calm when he was around. He didn't have to tell you how to cast, or how to shoot, or how to read the data (in fact, he rarely did). The fact that he was watching made you think to do it by yourself and for yourself. His presence made you the best you could be, and that was all that mattered to him.
So rare it is to find a man like Felix. You could tell him what you were thinking about and experimenting with, and he would laugh right along with you even though he knew better the whole time. In the whole conversation, he would casually mention just one thing that he “heard” someone tried once, and you wouldn't think twice about it when he said it, but that one comment would stick in your head and change the whole way you looked at shooting. What a gift he had. What a gift we had.
He left me a charge the last time I spoke to him. He said “never stop shining Tim” I would pass that charge to you my friends. Never stop shining.
Felix, go with God. We will never forget you, and we will always try to do good to our neighbors.
Let it be said unto you: ”Come, you who are blessed of My Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world. For I was hungry, and you gave Me something to eat; I was thirsty, and you gave Me something to drink; I was a stranger, and you invited Me in; naked, and you clothed Me; I was sick, and you visited Me; I was in prison, and you came to Me.”
Surely if there was ever a booliteer that would sit at the right hand of God, Felix would be that man.
May God bless him.
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