My Papa wrote this on an envelope a few years ago & I kept it. It had money inside as always, no special occasion.
He was the kind of person who would give you his last dollar & the shirt off his back.
Always happy, humming the same song when he walked in the room. “Hey darlin’.” Always.
We never had a big family growing up & he made sure he was at every single recital, play, graduation, & holiday. He was 30 minutes early, at least, reading the paper in his car.
He was the rock of our family. My hero. There for us all, day or night. Every second my mom was sick, he stayed by my dad’s side.
His last few years were tough, but he kept smiling. And now he is at peace, as are we. Forever grateful for every minute we had together, every barbecue date. Forever in my heart.