Today was my Papa's birthday. He's been in my thought very strong the last couple of days. I watched "Big Fish" Saturday night, which is one of my favorite movies, because it reminds me so much of my Papa. He was great at telling tall tales, we had a giant catfish that lived in one of his ponds that no one could catch, as a kid I imagined it to be as large as a small boat, from what Papa had told me. I loved his stories. On our way to breakfast yesterday, I noticed a older man in his Sunday best walking home from church. Then I saw him go down, I yelled for Mike to pull over that someone had just fell, I jumped out and saw that he had lost his footing by stepping in a hole where they were working on the roads. Mike jumped out and we helped him to his feet, shook off the dust on his suit,let him take a few steps to make sure he was ok. He seemed fine, and God blessed us, we blessed him back and was back on the road to meet friends for breakfast. I got back into the truck and broke out in tears. He caught my eye before he fell, because he reminded me of my Papa. In my heart when I was jumping out of the truck, he was my Papa. Guess that was God's gift to remind me of Papa yesterday.
Papa's Special Gift
Papa had a special gift
He always knew just what to do
To make his grandchildren happy
And to show he loved them, too.
At the family get-togethers,
He was the first person to look for-
He would entertain us children for hours,
And we always kept asking for more.
You could tell when Papa was teasing
By the twinkle that shined in his eyes-
He was an expert at settling problems,
For he was loving, patient and wise.
His grandchildren always admired him,
Even though they are grown-
They always feel proud and happy
To have had Papa as their own!