Today marks three years since Papaw passed away, and yet I still walk into Pamaw's house expecting to hear, "Oh, you beautiful doll! You great, big, beautiful doll!"
That was the song he'd sing every time I walked in. (Sorry, Laura. I guess we were both his dolls.) The Sunday before he passed, he got up, dressed, went to church, just like he did every Sunday. At that point in time, he'd been battling cancer for four months. We knew it was bad, we knew it was a matter of time, but the man could still get around. Er...somewhat. He wasn't homebound just yet. But later that week, he slipped into a peaceful coma and passed away late at night the following Sunday. And actually, his nurse didn't get there until just after midnight, so his official death date was Monday, April 26th. Oh, how he liked to make it tricky!
So, here's to you, Papaw! It's the greatest blessing in the world to know we will all be together again one day!
For those that want to hear the song, click here. Truth be told, I'd never heard the song until I looked it up.
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