My late husband, Howard, wore many hats. I see the new Stetson hat hanging on a hook in the back of the bedroom door. Our sweet daughter-in-law, Tammy, had bought it for him when he admired it at an outing at Cracker Barrel last year. Sadly he never got to wear it as his health failed.

When I see his farm hat, the brim a little bent but still appreciated in the sun, I think of him riding around on the yard tractor.

My beloved wore the hat of a devoted, guiding example for our family of six children and many loving grandchildren.

Their father ministered in many pulpits, from being on staff in a large church in Kansas, to pastoring a church for several years in Gulfport, Mississippi and ministering to the victims of hurricane Katrina.

When the pastor of a small church in Newkirk, Oklahoma was injured and debilitated from a horrific wreck, Howard served for 6 months in preaching and teaching until the pastor recovered.

He wore many hats, being on church boards, including Solid Rock Church in Ponca City, Oklahoma. He wears no hat now, only a crown in heaven!