Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Papa, I think about you often. I miss you so much. I get on here just to watch the slide show. As much as it makes me cry it makes me smile. Thinking about Christmas breaks my heart. Every time I talk to Mema I want to break. I kiss your picture on my dresser every day. What I wouldn't give to hear my kids say "Mema papa is teasing me!" For you to say your not, and for Mema to say "Jesus Christ Sam! Leave those kids alone" I wish all of your great grandchildren could smile, say, and remember you poking them with your cane like T and Ava. I also wish that they all knew and know how much you loved them and that they had the best papa ever. The other day Anthony caught me crying. He knew it was because I was thinking of you. He told me "Don't be sad. In another 70 years you will see papa like every day!" He's right I will! And when I do you better believe I will ask you if I'm still your prettiest granddaughter. We both know the answer. With a smile you will say Kristen is, followed by Sheri, Michelle, Vanessa, and Maria. :-) even though I never knew the truth I hope you knew how much I loved you, and that you were the best, most loving handsome smartest man I ever knew.
