Your story reminds me of a very dear AA friend that we had to bury late last year. His name was Bob, and we called him "Cowboy Bob".
You never knew what he was going to say, nor the words that he would use or prounouce to say it... but, you could always know -- that it was the Language of the Heart... coming from deep inside his heart. Bob, was a REAL southern cowboy! Broke horses and the whole nine yards of "Country Boy." And, he was a real A.A. hero! He helped many.
I sure miss him. He was one of my closest AA running buddys. We were in deed -- brothers in the spirit.
I miss you Bob!