It’s possible this is going to be my last post because I am breaking the rule I placed on myself when we started this. I am posting without getting Travis’ approval first. But I didn’t want his edits this time because everything I am going to say is truth.
As we learn more and more about cancer we are learning that it seems to be all about numbers. Doctors talk in numbers. Websites talk in numbers. We find ourselves talking in numbers. Averages. Ratios. Ages. Years of life.
My friend’s name is Travis Roberts. He is a husband. A father. A business owner. A friend. A child of the Living God.
He is not a number.
Travis is a husband. He is a great husband. An amazing husband. Don’t get me wrong. He has, by no means, been a perfect husband but show me a husband who has been – or a wife for that matter. But he is a great husband. I have always noticed how Travis looks at his beautiful wife. With love. With adoration. Proud to have the prettiest girl in the room on his arm. He admires his wife and how she stays home full time, raising their children, and admits he could never do it. He ensures she lives a comfortable life and, tries his best to spoil her (although anyone who knows her knows she is not impressed with the material things.) He is. An amazing husband.
Travis is a father. A wonderful father. A father who adores his children and is devastated at the thought of them going even a day of their childhood without him. Just go two pages over from this post and see the pictures of him with his kids. Holding Trey. The look in his eye. The love in his eyes. He has always seemed to strike the perfect balance between spoiling and disciplining. As an outsider looking in…I have always been surprised by this. I just assumed Travis is all about fun. It was a surprise to me to learn he not only disciplined but knew how to discipline out of love. He is. An amazing father.
Travis is an inspirational business owner. A 27 year old “boy” who started a small driveway business – Hemma Concrete, just eleven years ago with only a few hundred dollars, and has turned it into the fiftieth largest concrete company in the country. A 25 million dollar company. In eleven years. Starting out as a 27 year old. Wow. But sales and growth don’t give the full picture. There’s the people. Travis’ employees love and I mean LOVE him as a boss. My hunch is many would not work there for not Travis as a boss. He refers to them as “the Hemma family” and he truly means it. He is. An amazing business owner.
Travis is fantastic friend. Fantastic. He has more friends from childhood and high school than most of us have friends total. There is a reason for that. Many of you reading this are lucky enough to count yourself as a friend of Travis’. Whether it is from growing up, business, college, church, or any other means I don’t have to convince you what a great friend Travis is to have. He is a FUN friend. Fun to be around. Fun to have around. Always a gracious host whether it is on his boat, teaching you how to wakeboard; in his home, for another UGA football party; or on his tailgate trailer. He is. An amazing friend.
Travis is a cherished and sought after child of the Living God. Who knows if Travis was saved when he was eleven years old or just in the recent weeks. It doesn’t matter. One thing is undeniable. God has chased after Travis since he was eleven. Travis did his best to run. He is, after all, a fast runner. But God didn’t give up. God doesn’t give up. And in these last few scary, FRIGHTFUL weeks Travis has found comfort and even peace in his Father. His heavenly Father. Because Travis is a child of the Living God.
Travis is NOT a number.