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.

Cemetery

I went to the cemetery to place roses on papaw's grave. When I pulled up I saw that they had put his military plate up. I broke down. Since I graduated Sunday and my papaw wasn't there, it didn't hit me until I visited him. He would have been so proud of me. He was always telling people that I was going to school to be a teacher but he had that look in his eyes. That I am so-o proud of her, she had a dream and did it. It would have been nice for him to have saw me walk across the stage. But I guess he had to watch from heaven.