Alzheimer’s is a cruel disease.
We received an email from dad a few days ago informing us that Pappow was in the final stages of this cruel disease. He had forgotten how to swallow.
This morning, at 2 a.m., my Pappow, my hero that could do no wrong, took his last breath.
Over the last year I only got to see him a few times; but the times I had were and will always be cherished deep within my heart.
Please be praying for my dad and uncle as they prepare to bury their second parent in less than 60 days.
Pray for us, myself, brother and sister, as we lose a second grandparent in less than 60 days.
My husband too; he said, “He’s the only grandfather I have ever known cause all of mine were dead when I came along.” I’ve been selfish and didn’t think about him or how he could be affected.
This picture is one of my all time favorites of my Pappow. I had taken Chris to Jackson to meet my grandparents. We were doing yard work when I snapped this picture of him. The look on his face tells me exactly what he was thinking.
I love you Pappow, and oh how I miss you. I’ve missed you for years. I’m thankful for the grace given during each of our visits and the love I saw in your eyes. I wasn’t ready for you to go. You gave me the umph I needed to get off my backside and change my life. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for carrying me, thank you for teaching me to speak up for what is right, thank you for teaching me to love MY country, to honor the flag and to honor Veterans, thank you, that even when you were mad as hell at me, you loved me. Thank you. I love you.