Sad Goodbyes

A man of much pride, a hero to many, Grandaddy was his name, others later called him Papa Joe. He was huge on manners, you always said, "please & thank you, Yes ma'am, no ma'am." and making sure you drank your milk with each meal. It was always a joy to go Wilmington to visit on the weekends-something to look forward to. We could spend hours talking about school, work and how much gas costs have gone up. He always made me laugh. No matter the circumstances, or how high the bills stacked up, he would always slip you a $5 bill each time he saw you.

It was sad to think that one day, this would all come to an end. Grandaddy suffered through many illnesses the past few years, scaring us but then pulling through. On March 17th, we weren't so lucky. The family sat along his bedside all night the 16th as he slipped into heaven in the wee early hours of St. Patty's Day. We may not be Irish, but as luck has it, Grandaddy is in a much better place, free from pain, watching over us.
Hey G-daddy, home Grandma Weezy hasn't drove you too nutz yet!