Saturday, January 25, 2014

January 19th...

On January 19th, I lost my first family member that I knew. Papaw Bill, my great grandfather died in his sleep.



He is on the left of all the pictures. Before he died, we were calling them to wish Granny Bostic a happy birth day, (20 days before he died) and they missed the call. Now, more than anything, I wish they hadn't missed it. And now I'm crying.

3 comments:

  1. Aww, I'm so sorry, Rich. :( Treasure those memories that you have of him! You're so lucky to have had a great-grandfather that you can actually remember at your age.

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  2. A sad day. Bill loved you guys more than his own grandkids, I think. He always smiled and laughed no matter how tired or sick he felt. I'm glad he was there to help and take care of Granny these last few years and we'll miss him. I never knew my great grandfathers or great grandmothers. You and Brennan are so fortunate to have known three of yours - not many people can say that. Keep him in your memories.

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