september 27, 2007

My papa. I miss him so much. He left this world September 27, 2007. My papas' name was John Robert Alan, and I wanted to name my son after him. Well sadly one of my friends had died later that same year, and his name was Randy. So it was very weird and uncanny how perfect it fit in my papas' name. John Randy Alan. Perfect.

He was a very good man. A man of his word. Strict, but oh so soft at times. He loved dogs, and that was one of the few times I ever saw him close to tears, is when his passed away. Christmas was his favorite time of year, and it has become my favorite also. I think mostly because it reminds me of him, and I get this warm fuzzy feeling all over. Looking at different Christmas decorations on houses, and smiling knowing that my papas' house was a million times better than everyone else's. Because he had such a passion for the holiday, he hand-made every single piece that was on his front lawn. He would cut out each piece in wood, then my gammy would hand paint them all.

Oh how I miss him.

Another one of my papas' loves was the beach. Him and my gammy have been camping for such a long time, almost as long as I have been alive. Well after my parents got a tent trailer we started going with them to different camp grounds. My papa taught us how to feed the seagulls, so they would eat right out of our hands. Some of my fondest memories. That is a picture of me, my papa, and my little sister.

I so wish every single day that my little johnny could have met his great papa.