Thirty years with steady hands, a listening heart, a healer’s art, mending bodies, calming fears, compassion present from the start.
From puppies’ first unsure hello to old friends eased with grace, you practiced medicine with mercy and kindness set the pace.
Once red-haired, now worn to gray, time’s fingerprints well earned, hips that ache, a stomach that protests, yet wisdom deeply learned.
A fisherman who knows the water, a hunter steady, true of sight, a great shot in field or range, precision born of patient might.
Seven Beanie Babies proudly raised, a joyful, faithful crew, and now a quiver full of grandchildren who watch and learn from you. Beside you stands your bride, sweet Amy, your partner through each mile, faithful love and shared laughter making lighter every trial.
A Christian strong in word and deed, a servant leader, tested, true, a Major who answered duty’s call when country needed you.
A gifted speaker, trusted voice, measured, thoughtful, clear, your words brought calm and guidance long after ears could hear.
Now Piedmont feels the quiet space where once your footsteps fell, Gray, Georgia marks a chapter closed, but stories linger well.
So may your days be richly blessed, your aim stay sharp, your waters still, may God go with you, hand in hand, and guide each chosen path at will.
You leave behind more than you know, in lives made whole and hearts made keen, Well done, good and faithful servant, our friend, Dr. Rusty Bean
