6/2

Today I got to thinking about my papaw(grandpa). It seemed like everything today pointed to him. I am working on a scrapbook in the loving memory of papaw. I think that it has been more of a healing process than anything else. It is just sad that my kids will never know papaw. He was a rough man but he was the sweetest, lovable teddybear. I miss him so much. I think my next page will have something to do with shooting stars and somewhere of the rainbow. I have always thought that the stars are just little hole that the people from heaven look through to see everyone. When the sky is cloudy then it just means that they know we are doing okay. When my great grandpa hill passed away it was the first "real" funeral i went to and i remember the pastor saying something about the stars in heaven. I would stare at the sky at night and just cry. I just wish this was a very bad dream and i will wake up soon, but i know it isn't a dream. He would be so proud of me. I love you papaw.