It has been a comfort knowing that my brother, my momma, my aunts, and even my cousins still tear up every now and again.... or every couple of days... when we stop and think about Paw Paw. So, last Saturday I went home and for the first time since the funeral stopped by the cemetery to just sit. My entire life I would see someone in a cemetery and think why do they want to just go and sit there? Well, let me just say I have learned the reason. It helps. Just sitting there. While I was sitting there I jotted down some words. At first I wasn't going to post them, but then I figured I'd need to so I don't loose them and hey... maybe you'll want to add a line or two.
He put others first and himself last.
Lived out the Word everyday that past.
He had wisdom I always wanted to know
And shared lessons he thought I should learn
Hands callused from hard work
And skin damaged by his life in the sun
He was my best friend.
I learned how to live, how to love, how to work and how to play from him.
He never said those 3 little words
But I knew he loved me by what he does
Not asking for anything but giving it all away.
I still miss him every single day.
I still see his smile and the way it lights up a room.
Or him up in Big John plowing the ground from summer corn.
Leaded back in a chair under the shade of a pecan tree on a summer night
Or taking a nap after a trip to the chamber tuckered him out.
Somehow always having time to listen to me
Or sit in silence and listen to the breeze.
Watching cars go up and down the road dreaming about a Tacoma I wished to own.
You created a Name worth carrying on
One without shame, blemish, or scars
I think I am who am today because of who you were in the life you lived each day.
He was my biggest fan, my best friend, and would give anything to have him back again.