This story was supposed to be a tale about a time when I made a sound investment, which grew with work and then yielded plenty of dividends.
Instead, it’s about a loss.
The moral of this story is simple. Life doesn’t go how I plan, and sometimes my plans make me sick.
The man in this picture is my mama’s daddy. The boy beside him called him Pappaw.
The boy grew up to be me.
The man didn’t have much longer to live, which brings me to my wish.
Shortly after I woke up this morning, the news hit me like a ton of bricks. (more…)
I know I posted about my Pawpaw yesterday, but when you live 83 years and have as much wisdom as he did your life is full of stories. I thought I’d share one more. (more…)