What can I say? He was a helper, a teacher, a
protector, a best friend; he was my big brother. We
were only a year and a half apart in age, so we were
really close all our lives. As little kids, we fought
just like any brother and sister. And I know I
agitated him to no end at times. But he was always
there for me when I needed him.

We lost our Mother when we were young,
and our Dad was
usually working, so Huel
was the one my three other
brothers and I quite often looked to for guidance.
He and I would take walks
in the evening and talk about
things that a girl would
normally be talking to her
mother about. But, Huel always
offered answers to my questions, and always
made me feel that everything was
going to be ok.

Being so close to the same age,
we ended up on the
same teams or the same
groups for lots of school or
church functions. As teens,
he always watched over me
at school, chased off any potential
boyfriends I may have, and stuck
close-by at school dances to make sure
I didn't dance too many
times with the same boy. He
was always around to protect me -
sometimes more than I wanted him to be.

When we were adults,
Huel worked out-of-state quite a
bit, and I can remember many
evenings I would sit on the phone long-distance
to him, pouring my heart out
still looking to him
for answers to my problems or
whatever was bothering me at the time.
He was always a good listener,
and always offered advice and comfort.
And I always felt better after our talks.

Huel, and my brother, Larry
taught me most of what I
know about the Bible. Whenever
I would have a question or didn't
understand something, I would go to
one of them, and we would
end up spending hours in a bible study.
But I always got my questions answered.

My brother, Huel,
was always someone I looked up to -
and I love him - and I miss him.
But I am contented to know that he is now
at peace and he is in heaven
with God.
Penni

Instead of telling you about my
relationship with my brother Huel
in this earth age, I think I
will skip ahead to the age which is
still to come for me and already
exists for him. Neither
of us were hardly at our best here.
Huel was one who really needed
the grace which the Lord
offers us all. And the good part
is that he knew it was
there for the taking and accepted it,
so what happened here
is of no consequence anyway.

Instead I will tell you about the earth worm.
He leads what would seem
a terrible existence to us,
but for him it is fine because
it`s the only one he knows.
He is blind. He has no
receptors to realize any kind of light.
He senses his world by feel.
His body is covered
with nerve endings.
He knows everything in his
subteranean world intimately for
he is equipped for it.
He doesn`t need the sense
of sight for it is dark there
and with no light that sense
would be useless to him.
He takes in all his
nourishment by osmosis.
It`s a very different world
from ours. Whenever a seed
is planted in the earth he
is aware of it. He is
aware when it sprouts and springs
to life and lives for a short span.
Whatever it`s particular germination
period is. He is aware when
the seed dies and begins
the decaying process.

What he is not aware of
is The beautiful monstrously large tree
loaded with fruit that
has sprang up above the
decaying seed pod. It exists
in a dimension which he has
no senses to realize.
It does, however exist.

Christ told Nicodemus
"If you do not understand
earthly things then
how can I explain to you
heavenly things"?
I can think of nothing better
to say to the earth worm.
Larry

My first memory of my Uncle Huel was when I was
5 or 6 years old and had gotten frostbite when the
the school didn't let me
know my mom would be picking me
up due to a blizzard in our town of Wyoming.
I remember him holding my hands in his
and telling my mom he thought it was frostbite.

My next vivid memory of him was in the
months before he passed away. I had went to
Iowa for a visit, he lived across
the street from my parents.
I visited with him often
in that week. He quickly became a good
friend. He also became someone I looked up to.
He offered me a lot of insite into
a lot of things and into myself.
He was a very wise and compassionate man.

After coming home, I continued
to talk with him on the phone.
No matter whether it was laughter or tears,
he was my friend.

Shortly before his passing, word was
sent that he didn't feel he would make
it much longer and if we wanted to talk with him
we should call. I did, and even in all
his pain, he still hadn't forgotten how to
be a friend. I just want to say
Thank you, Huel, for being the friend
you were. You were a part of my life
for a short time, but made a great
impact on it. Your memory still does.
Stacey

I wish you didn't get sick and leave.
I miss you, Uncle Huel E.
Love, Mikey