This week has been a whirlwind, an awfully long one too.  I think I thought it was Friday every day of the week.  My papaw went to be with Jesus on Monday morning.  And I just got back home from Georgia.  Much to my surprise my doctor gave me the OK to travel up to go to the funeral.  Monday I was a complete wreck.  I cried buckets, and could barely get out of bed.  My mother in law scooped up Tuck, thankfully.  Every day has been easier but I still have my moments where I think of something he did or said and I can’t stop tears.  It’s good to get good and upset and feel it all.  I think that’s probably the most healing thing to do right now.  Not try to stop tears.  My papaw was so special.  He could tell the best stories.  He lived a most adventurous life.  He had a thick Mississippi drawl and his voice will always be my favorite.  I will miss hearing that voice, the gentleness his tone always carried, hearing him call me baby.  His laugh was the sweetest too.  He was just so loving.  There are so many things I got from him.  His love for art, beauty, photography, gardens, flowers, we share dark brown eyes and a love for knowledge and history.  He was a sharp dresser.  Even headed to bed – proper pajamas were always worn.  Matching top and bottom, button down, with a collar.  It was the cutest.  He knew that it’s Grace that covers us and trusted in that.  I’m grateful I got so many years with him, so many precious memories that I will hold onto, cherish, forever.