Friday night, I attended a memorial service for my friend, Lewis Brewer. Lewis was the father of my childhood friend, Tina. I spent many happy times in the Brewer home as a teenager. He always had something fun going on.
As I sat in the church and listened while family and loved ones eulogized Lewis, I thought about the man we all knew and adored. I don't think I ever saw Lewis without a smile on his face. Each person who spoke on his behalf at the service, mentioned his infectious smile. Lewis once said that "doors would always be open for any person who was well dressed and wore a smile."
