James Paul Todd

James Todd Obituary

RICHMOND - James Paul Todd, 95, of Lake Placid, FL, passed away Mon., Dec. 12, 2005. He was a native of Garrard County, KY, and a graduate of the University of Kentucky College of Commerce. He is survived by his wife of 68 years, Daisy Mae Todd; a son Rev. John Paul Todd of Paint Lick, KY, a daughter Anne Elizabeth Snider of Lake Placid, FL, eight grandchildren and 20 great grandchildren. He was preceded in death by a son in 1995, James Thomas Todd. Mr. Todd was employed by the Federal Government for some thirty nine years, until his retirement from the Atomic Energy Commission at Albuquerque, NM, in 1973, following his retirement, he helped manage the Todd Family farm in Paint Lick, KY, along with his brother, Morris Todd. He moved to Lake Placid, FL, in 1989, along with his wife, joined the First Baptist Church of Lake Placid, FL. During his early years of church service, he served as a Sun. school teacher and as a deacon. He was a long term supporter of foreign missions and had visited various mission stations in South America. Graveside services will be 10 am Fri., Dec. 16, 2005 in the Richmond Cemetery in Richmond, KY. Those wishing to honor the passing of Mr. Todd with a contribution may do so by providing a gift to the "Lottie Moon Fund," in care of the First Baptist Church, Lake Placid, FL. Oldham, Roberts & Powell Funeral Home in charge of arrangements. Details also available at our website: www.oldhamrobertspowell.com

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Published by Lexington Herald-Leader on Dec. 13, 2005.

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Quartet Todds

January 1, 2006

Thursday, June 30, 2005

Ode to My Grandfathers

Good Morning, Grandfather!

Did you catch the sunrise this morning as it spread out, rays stretching endlessly across water, land and sky?

Amazing how I never tire of watching the sun being born over and over again, anew each day. Every morning seems like the first dawn, full of beauty, peace and wonder. For just a moment I can put aside the world and all its demands. I can travel across time and space to any memory I choose or even create new dreams as I stare out across the earth.

Today I think again of special memories I have of you, Grandfather. Although I have many, they seem so inadequate. Your life was lived fully, your story is an epic and somehow I only got the cliff notes. No matter. There are always the photographs that endure to remind us of snapshots in time, of the fingerprints you left on the world you travelled through. There are also the stories shared by children and grandchildren. Stories that will pass down to future generations for those who ask about their roots, their ancestors, and their heritage.

Provider. Strong. Handsome. Loving Husband. Faithful Friend. Leader. Father. A Man of Few Words. These are just a few or the words that come to mind to describe you. But, I could never fully paint a picture of your whole person with plain words.

As the sun begins to set, not just for the night, but for your journey here on earth, I feel such melancholy. I feel sadness for all the things left undone and the words left unsaid. I feel like there was never enough time, never enough space. Why does everything have to move so fast? What's the rush all about anyway? Just one more chat, one more walk across the old farm, just one more story around the campfire, one more hug, one more sunrise, one more something, anything. All the memories, all the stories, all the photographs, will never be enough to capture it all.

This fleeting life is difficult to grasp. We were meant to live forever in God's presence, not limited to some cursed timetable. My only joy and peace is to know that one day I'll meet you there, on the other side, with the entire host of all the prophets and saints that have served God during their generation here on earth and have gone on before us. What a comfort to know that all the restrictions will be lifted, there will be no more rush, no more distance between us, no more regrets or lost time to make up.

I know you will receive the reward we so long for, to hear Our Father say, "My good and faithful servant", welcome home. I promise to press on with faith, hope and love, knowing that my work here is not done. I still have a few more sunrises to enjoy, a few more heartaches to endure and many lost souls to fight for. Please pray that I might finish the race as well as you. May my life be an acceptable sacrifice to my Lord , my Saviour, my Gracious Jesus.

With Love that lives beyond time and space,

Your granddaughter

Diana Morris

December 13, 2005

It has been such a privilege and honor to be called his granddaughter. I will always treasure the wonderful memories of my grandfather and continue to share them with my children.

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