Well, I'm a little past due for this current post. I had full intentions of writing it up on his day, the anniversary of his passing, but unfortunately my computer had some gliches occur and then life got busy. I wanted to dedicate this post to my Papa, Irving. A man with a strong mind and warm heart. I will forever hold an image of his handsome face in my head; big smile, sky blue eyes, and clean-shaven face. He rarely lead a conversation, but when he did have something to say, you better be listening b/c it was the best advice/words of wisdom anyone could offer. I often find that my brother is very similar to him that sense. And, reflecting back, I can see a little piece of him in everyone...my aunts/uncles, parents, siblings, and cousins. I still, to this date, get chocked up when mentioning his name and still have a hard time seeing his flannel coats hanging on the coat rack in my grandparent's house. He really was a beautiful person. He made sure that all of his grandchildren knew just how much he loved us and continued to smile up until the very last day I said goodbye to him.
He was the only grandfather I had, but he made up for every Papa out there and I could never see myself loving any other grandfather as much as I loved him.
So, Papa, I love you and will always carry a piece of you in my heart...I miss you even more everyday and may you always rest in peace.
"A Papa is someone with silver in their hair and gold in their hearts."