In Loving Memory of Thomas Collins

When God paints sunsets across the sky,

He reminds us that endings are never the end—

They are simply transitions

From one glory to another.

Thomas Collins walked this earth

With steady steps and a quiet strength,

The kind that did not always speak loudly,

But was felt deeply by all who knew him.

He was a shelter in life’s sudden storms,

A steady hand when the road felt unsure,

A presence that brought comfort

Simply by being near.

In laughter shared around tables,

In wisdom offered without judgment,

In love poured out through sacrifice—

His life preached louder than words ever could.

He understood that greatness

Is not found in applause,

But in faithfulness—

Showing up, standing firm, loving well.

And now, though our hearts feel the weight

Of his absence in this earthly place,

We trust that Heaven has welcomed him

With open arms and eternal peace.

For love does not end at the grave—

It echoes.

It lingers.

It lives on in the stories we tell,

In the values he planted within us,

In the strength we carry because he once carried us.

Rest well, Thomas Collins.

Your work here was meaningful.

Your presence here was a gift.

And your memory will forever be

A light that gently guides us home.