Monday, October 4, 2010

Happy Birthday Papa

Today would have been your 92nd birthday.  I can't remember how you sounded when you said my name anymore, but do still remember how you would say, "Shit, Billie!", which in a funny way cheers me up for forgetting the latter.

I would steer the tractor sitting on your knee while you would sing and whistle "Zippidy Doo Dah" in my ear. Yup, I still remember that.  You would put barrettes in my hair everyday for school, even though you were missing your right arm.  You could drive a stick, cut a steak, tie a tie - there was nothing you couldn't do.  I can still smell you - Old Spice, onions, fresh cut grass, and gasoline.

There will always be a hole in my heart that no one will fill.  I think to myself it would all be easier if it hadn't felt like you were already taken away from me early due to Alzheimer's.  I wish the greatest man in my life could have really met and given me his blessing when meeting the man I would marry the day I announced I was engaged.  Thank you for always making me feel like a princess, Papa.  You'll always be my Superman.


  1. I'll be walking in November for the Alzheimer's Association Memory Walk in my Grandfather's honor. If you would like to sponsor me, you can do so here:
    I'd be more than grateful :D

  2. That is super sweet. It made my nose tingle and my eyes tear up. Big squeezes. I'm glad you have those memories!

  3. What a nice tribute Kimmy! I know your Grandpa misses you too! Hugs!


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