Papaw

My grandfather passed away last Wednesday. 

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This is one of my favorite pictures of him, from his days in the Army sometime in the early 50’s.

I asked my mom once why we called him “Papaw” instead of “Grandpa” or something like that, but she didn’t have any idea. It was just what my Grandma used for him. Secretly when I was younger I always sort of thought other names like Meemaw and Papa for Grandparents were completely odd but Papaw was 100% normal.

He was 77 years old, married to my grandmother for 55 years, stubborn as hell, an insanely thorough record keeper, a volunteer at comminuty hospitals, and was absolutely crazy about his cats.

He will be missed.

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