Not long ago, I said "night night" to Pa Pa for the last time. My mom begged me to post this photo though, if you glanced quickly you might think it was Pa Pa and me, but if you look closer you see his hair is darker and fuller and well, the baby looks....like Uncle Eric!
And this photo taken in May 1960 might help motivate me to pick up the guitar and learn how to play one day. Check out the furniture, too! You can tell it's the 60's! 
To honor Pa Pa, we had a small blue bouquet of flowers from me at the funeral. How fitting if I do say so...
The funeral was quite special.... I played with my friends Abby, Ben, Misty and Shawn in the lobby the whole time. I was cuddled so you know I enjoyed it. The next day the whole family piled into several cars and drove for about 26 hours in the car to the graveside ceremony. Okay, so it wasn't 26 hours, but it felt that long to me. The church where Pa Pa attended for years and years gave us a potluck where everyone ate way too much food. While my parents were busy running after my sister, I found a new buddy - my cousin Ethan! 
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