I tried to post the first part of this on Christmas Eve, but I don't think it went through so I am re-posting (and adding):
Every single time I ever saw Mr. Lee, he sweetly said, "you are one of my favorite people, you know that, don't you?" and reminded me that he had held me in his arms in his office when I was six weeks old. I will miss being told that more than I can express. Having grown up at Southside, I truly do not remember life without knowing Mr. Lee; his absence is and will continue to be keenly felt. I know, however, I shall see him again, and I am confident that on that day, he will greet me with the same tender memory with which he always greeted me. At the funeral today, I had to smile when we sang one of his favorite hymns, It is Well With My Soul. He often reminded me of how he had been moved to tears years ago when I told the story behind that hymn in a church program. I would, in turn, remind him that although I was the one who had told the story on that occasion, I had learned it from a book about the origins of hymns lent to me by his daughter, Donna. My thoughts and prayers go out to the Lee family and to all who loved this great and good man.
J. Lenora Bresler