I have been mulling over the ways of my grandfather for my entire life.

He has raised me like a Father in this sense. At rst, I had just come into the world and he had been there simply to love and nurture me through his bounty of affection. I then became old enough to begin asking questions, and I believed the answers baboog gave me because of the condence with which he'd demonstrate such wisdoms, but for another reason also. When I began going to church, ever since I was a foot tall, I realized that everyone in church was listening to what my baboog had to say too! Although I recognized that baboog was representing somebody else, something bigger than his self, he used the same voice and contemplation in church as my dear baboog used with me at home. I knew I could trust baboog to give me the same answer no matter what audience; I could sense that he respected me. Some are afraid of being asked questions too complex to give denite resolutions to, but baboog is different because he has asked these same questions himself. Therefore, perhaps because of baboog's inuence or perhaps on my own terms, I became interested in these kinds of philosophical questions myself. I would share my theories with baboog, and he would never shut them down or think them wrong, but would rather court these ideas for his and my own benet. All the while we knew that we were learning together. But sometimes, while we were together, he'd leave. His body would still be there, but his face pensive and his mind completely elsewhere, somewhere divinely more important than here with me. At those times, I'd nd something else to do, but wonder incessantly what it was he'd been concentration so delicately but sturdily onhis mind a dense rock drifting to the ground like a feather, gathering everything falling near him, landing back rich with stories. I have recently realized that baboog's position in the church is a vital and personal one. He regards the church as one of his children, recognizing his position as our Father, or as our baboog. His duty here is not a job, but is a passion, a personal investment. Those unique times of introvertedness my baboog would display towards me were in fact times he was setting aside to contemplate you all, his equally valuable children. And although his position as a preacher entails a great amount of power, he gains only through your gains and feasts on a collective power, through his collective voice. I love baboog, yet he himself has taught me what love is. Even so, I don't doubt his word for a second, because his person is a manifestation of those words, and I strive to be as remarkable as he is. Therefore, Thank you all for sharing him with me. The world is truly fortunate to have you, baboog.