Yesterday marked 5 years since one of my most favorite people in the world passed away. My papa passed away on April 20, 2006 from lung cancer. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about him and wish he were still here. He was technically my step-grandfather, but he was the man my granny was married to when I was born, and I was closer to him than my real grandfather who lived in South Ga for most of my life.
I was like Papa’s shadow when I was little. I wanted to do everything like them. I watched the Atlanta Braves and NASCAR with him. I would steal sips of his coffee, even though I never liked the taste. I would go golfing with him, and I even played golf for my middle school because I knew it made him proud. He would pick me up from school 1-2 days a week and we would swing by McDonald’s for a happy meal before going to his house. Every couple weeks, he would send me home with a “poke” (bag) full of change to put in my piggy bank. He used to let me mow the yard, and at 11, I felt like a queen getting to “drive”
He even let me drive his little green S-10 when I was like 13, though I did it from the passenger side by just holding onto the steering wheel.
These are the memories I choose to hold onto, rather than the ones that I have from the last couple years of his life. He had smoked most of his life, and the lack of oxygen his lungs gave him made him forget things easily toward the end. His life ended so quickly, though we knew it would happen eventually due to the baseball size tumor in his lung. He was up and moving around on Friday, and passed away the following Monday. I was so sad to see him go, but so glad that I was able to say good bye and that he is no longer suffering. I hate that he didn’t get to see me getting married or meet his great-grandson before he passed, but I know that he’s in a much better place and watching down on me and Sawyer.
I love and miss you Papa!