Pastor Landon Spradlin wasn’t worried about coronavirus when we went to New Orleans to preach during Mardi Gras. A month later he was dead.
“He loved to laugh. He loved to play guitar. He played guitar even when he wasn’t supposed to,” says Jesse Spradlin of her father, Landon.
“He was just the best man in the world.”
One day when this is all over, the wife and five children of Pastor Landon Spradlin hope to hold a large celebratory memorial for him.
For now they have had to make do with a funeral at which there were just four or five guests, including the blues guitarist who played at the graveside.
A little over a month ago, Pastor Spradlin, who was 66, drove with his wife Jean the 900 miles (1500 km) from their home in Virginia to Louisiana for Mardi Gras.
He viewed the festivities as an opportunity, through music, to save the souls of some of the hundreds of thousands of people that would attend.
He was joined by two of his daughters who came over from Texas.
“His mission was to go into pubs, clubs and bars, play the blues and connect with musicians and just tell them that Jesus loved them,” says Jesse Spradlin, 28.