How does one describe a man like Mr. Jones? Spunky? Funny? Loving? Prankster? Legendary? Friend? I have had the great privilege to have known Mr. Jones my entire life. He greeted every girl with a kiss, and gave them a Hershey kiss from his pocket. Every man he greeted with the strongest of punches to the chest and a knuckle cracking handshake. Then he would hand us a Fireball from his pocket. He was definitely a trouble maker, always playing pranks. His laugh was infectious, and everybody wanted to know him. His beautiful wife, was my fourth grade teacher, and I will always remember them singing the New Jersey song in duet. Every single time we talked, he always asked what I needed prayer for. He was always excited to get an update on my life. He was strong as an ox. I lost count of how many heart attacks and hospital scares he had, but they never weakened him, at least they never weakened those punches to the chest. Yes, I am sad to hear of his passing, but I am so happy to reminisce of all the great memories we have made over my past 35 years. I love you Mr. Jones, and I am so glad you are no longer suffering. I hope for all our sake that the Lord greeted you this morning with a sock to the chest, and a spine crushing hug as He whispered in your ear "Well done my good and faithful servant." <3 RIP Mr. Jones RIP <3