I Miss You

By Kathryn

(13 year old granddaughter of Paul)

April 27, 2004

Dear Papa, I miss everything about you.

I miss the way you used to hide my milkshake before dinner and the way you would always come up behind me and scare me when I didn’t know you were coming. I miss all the nights you would come in Mamma’s room and kiss us goodnight. I miss the way you would cook anything just to help mamma out. I miss it when you would come and pick me up from school. I miss it when you’d play a game with me just because I was bored, but yet you had so much work to do. I miss seeing you go out and mow the lawn with me there trailing you behind. I miss the way we would watch movies together and when I asked you a question you actually had an answer for me. I miss the way you’d get up every morning around 7 and not 11. I miss the way you and mamma used to fight, and then make up in the next 5 minutes or so. I miss all of your wood making and you always in the “shop” room. I miss you waking up every morning and using that smell-good shaving cream. I miss you yelling at me when I’m bad. I miss the way you would wake me up every morning with your wonderful smell of bacon and eggs. I miss your loud and distinct laugh. I miss your prayer before every meal. I miss your wonderful taste of cornbread and your delicious sweet tea. I miss the way you’d always tell jokes. I miss you walking down the hall whistling. I miss the way you’d run down the hall after me and chasing me just to give me a hug. I miss everything about you, Papa. I want you back. I love you.