Tessa K Lewis
I met Ben when I was barely out of diapers and shared a stroller with Allen as Elizabeth and Ben would push us around the Public gardens.
I remember Allen declaring from the stroller seat to Ben: “Daddy I want a pony, not a shitty diaper!”
Ben was the only parent I knew who called a spoiled diaper ‘shitty’!
Ben, Elizabeth, Meg, and Allen are surprisingly not my biological family, but you would not have known this by the way that they embraced us as their own.
I cannot separate the tapestry of my own childhood from Ben and the Pooleys.
Ben was everything I thought a father should look like. He was gentle, and kind, and willing. Meg and Allen loved their Daddy so, so, so very much. I am so glad he was able to witness so much of their lives.
Heaven was made for those such as Ben Pooley. That the strength of the Lord will hold Elizabeth in the coming days, weeks, and months; knowing that it is a very thin veil that separates the earth bound from those passed on.
With all of my love and gratitude.
