|August 2010: Kai meeting Grandpa Patsy (Papoo).|
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Losing your Grandpa is really, really sad even if he lived a long and healthy life.
This morning, my Grandpa Patsy passed away. He was 95. He was a smart, funny and kind man. He grew impressive gardens. He never forgot a name, a face--or a good hunting story. He was a devoted husband, father, grandfather and great-grandfather (who needed three hands to count his great-grandchildren). He drank his coffee with lots of sugar and loved animal crackers as well as macaroni. Randomly, what I'm remembering at this particular moment is how, when I was a little girl, he used to "carve me sticks" (shave the bark off of small branches with his pocket knife) and give me peppermint gum. Love you, Grandpa Patsy!