Saturday, October 12, 2013
One of the last things we said to each other was "Remember the great times we had." The truth is, great times are all the memories I have of him! When my mom told me "Pap is gone," of course I was upset, but then I thought about it. While his spirit is gone, he is still present. With every interaction with his children, with every cast of a fishing line, with every attempt I make to bake something and with every joke I tell, he is present. I know that he's proud of me for the man I am today. Thank you, Pappy, for being a teacher, supporter and friend.
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