I often think about the last time Papa spoke of me. It was a day or two before he passed. I had just gotten home from work and went into the bedroom to see him. There were already a few people in there and they had told him that I had just gotten home and his response was "oh, she's good." Ever since that day, I've tried more than ever to live up to that. He meant the world to me. And will forever have an impression on my heart and all I do.
On November 30, 2011 Papa left this Earth to go somewhere far better. Somewhere he would be pain free. He went peacefully with most of his family surrounding him at his home. He was surrounded by love.
I was laying in the bed next to him, holding his hand as he took his last breath.
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Boy do I ever miss those hands...
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