Two Years Too

Remember how 2008 just absolutely sucked and kicked my ass? Today marks two years since my beloved Papa left us too. If you plan on lecturing me on getting past it, let me save the time now and just tell you to bug off. I miss my Papa Jim as much as I miss my Jim. I miss calling and knowing he'd be there to listen to me ramble. I was driving home from an outing a few weeks ago and all I could think about was Papa and riding along in his El Camino with him.

Seems like tonight, with things in limbo and life just kind of moving along that I miss him even more than I have in the time he's been gone. Even though I know exactly what he'd say... he'd say, "don't accept any wooden nickles."

Miss you Papa. Thanks for letting me be there when you crossed over. Thanks for coming around and checking on me still.


Love,
Your favorite first born