Death of a Parent
missing my papa
I lost my grandpa in May who was really my dad. He and my grandma raised me since I was 6mo. old. My parents left me in their care. I didnt know any different. He was my dad. I went with him everywhere when I was a little girl. I was his little shadow and wanted to be with him all the time. He taught me how to mow the grass on a riding lawn mower, how to shift gears in his old work truck while he drove, how to plant seeds and tend to a garden, and how to love people....all people. My papa would give the shirt off his back for anyone... He had a smile that would light a entire room... and people thought so highly of him... He was a good man... He worked at USS in Gary, Indiana for 40 years. He and my grandma just celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary... I am 30 years old now, but when I was 2 he developed a brain tumor. The doctor said that he would not live long. Well he lived 28 long years after that so, I am very grateful that I was able to know him..... I miss him so much... it still doesnt feel like it is real...it is hard to believe he is really gone sometimes.
