Memory
I remember when my grandmother passed away, Pastor and First Lady Wilson met us at the hospital, my mother was so broken and hurt, because her death was sudden. I remembe her holding my mom like a mother would and Pastor Wilson offering a word of prayer. He would always say "The Hedg-e-bess" family. My uncles adored him as their pastor. I loved to see him kick up that leg on the podium and throw that handkerchief. He may have been small in stature, but he stood tall in God. And no one could sing those old songs like he could. He is truly missed and never forgotten!