Today is Pappy’s Birthday, he would have been 93. I miss him. BigZabba talks about him all the time. She wonders what he is doing…is he playing with Queenie (his favorite dog), is he is having fun with Jesus? Whenever she hears a harmonica she says that it sounds like Pappy. I am so glad that she has not forgotten him. He was a wonderful Pappy. I loved sitting on the porch with him, playing “bumper bellies”, listening to his stories, I loved watching him eat (he was a man who enjoyed his food, it was always “powerful”!), I loved his laugh, his smile, his love for Jesus. I don’t know if there is food in heaven, but if there is, I hope that Pappy had one powerful piece of birthday cake today!
I love you Pappy!