R.i.p Papa

I lost my grandfather last year to stage three lung cancer he was the rightful age of 65( still to soon if you ask me) he grew up in a small farming town of Lumberton Nc. When I was born I lived with my grandparents for a few years only cause my mother was in the military and didn't want me traveling to much. Those years as a kid spending time with him riding tractors and caring for the animals has to be the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. He was a true southern man who wasn't afraid to get down and dirty if it meant bringing in a few dollars for the family. He never had much and yet he still had more than others. I can still remember those last few months when he was in the hospital and he always said if this cancer dosent kill me, the fact that I have to stay inside for another week will. Lol I always smile when ever I say that to my self. I always wonder why the ones we love the most are taken from us first. But I know that he's still looking down on me and the rest of the family. And I always start to cry a lil when my mom calls me "pooh bear" cause that's the nick name he gave me after I was Winnie the Pooh for halloween. I love and I miss him and just wish that there was a way that I could talk to him atleast once just to say I love you.
James19962 James19962
Sep 25, 2012