Trewdee Harding Conrow
Roger's sweetness and gentleness were things I treasured about him as my uncle. His quiet presence was like a warm blanket whenever I was around him. A few years after my college days, Roger once told me he thought I would make a great teacher. I remember thinking after that, "Maybe I missed my true calling." As it turns out, I did become a teacher of sorts for my autistic son, and I know in my heart it has been the Lord's plan all along, this call on my life. What a special thing that my Uncle Roger in his sincerity and genuineness looked at me on a deeper level and expressed what was in his heart. I shall miss him dearly, but I'll see him again! Thank you Jesus!



