Wednesday, April 20, 2011

My Papa

My Papa will be be gone six years on May 5th,. I think about him everyday. I cry as I am typing this because my heart hurts so badly, I nuiss him.

Papa was my hero, my father. I remember his laughter, his smile. I have only good memories of him. He had nine grandchildren; eight girls and one boy. He had us all spolied rotten. He made us believe that he had a secret candy factory hidden under his bed. That man loved candy, especially chocolate covered cherries and M&Ms. Someone always got him the collector M&M man every Christmas. He believed that everything old or rare "would be a collectable someday" and he played the lottery faithfully. He worked up until the day his body gave in. He always provided for his family with our needs and most of our wants. Papa paid for my first year of college and was so proud that I decided to go. I wanted to make him proud.

I used to write notes to him every morning asking him to get me up at a certain time for work. I later found every single note from me that he kept. He never said I love you a lot, but I knew without a doubt that man loved me. Trevor thought  Papa hung the moon. He would have to go with Trev just to get a haircut. Trevor wouldn't go without him. I remember Trev sitting in Papa's lap while he got his hair cut and the look on Papa's face was priceless. They loved each other so much, As I look at Trevor today, I see some of my grandfather in him. The way he sits sometimes, his smile and I see my grandfather in Trevor's eyes no matter what anyone says; I see him. I'm really sad that Papa never got to meet Trace. He did name him though. He knew we were having a boy and picked out Trace. Papa died 12 hours after Trace was born. He waited on him to be born before he went. I was the last to speak to him and I let him know that Trace and I were fine and he was healthy. His last words to me were "OK" He didn't have the strenght to talk, but he let me know that he was listening.

I want the world to know what kind of man my Papa was. He was a hardworker, loyal, friend, father, husband, brother,uncle, and most importanly he was my Papa. I miss him each and everyday. He was saved when he died, so I know for a fact that he's in Heaven looking down and watching over all of us. I just want him to know just how much I love him and miss him.

Dear Papa,
 I love you to the moon and back.

Love, Tink Tink

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

30 has been good to me.

Turning 30 wasn't as bad as I thought. I think it has definitely changed me for sure. I feel more gown up, smarter, wiser, and overall happier. My granny used to tell me that her 30s were the best years of her life. I didn't understand why, but now I do. I look at life differently now. I'm more open to issues that before I was dead set on my way. I have matured over the last year, I try not to let the little things bother me. I have new goals and have accomplished some old ones.

 Not that I used to, but now I don't take my friendships for granted. I love my friends and I love them all for different reasons. I have a few that are very loud and outspoken, {completely opposite of myself} but I love that about them. They make me laugh, and turn red sometimes and they know I would do anything in this world for them. We have a few friends that are married and like the simply life, just like us.

I'll be 31 in a little over a month; if it's better than 30, I can't wait. i don't think getting older is such as bad thing. I think it just adds character to your personality and makes you so thankful for Him and that He has given you all these years.