Papa

The best man, my Papa, passed away yesterday.  Heavens choir will sing a little sweeter for it.  I have never known someone to long for heaven as he did.  We will miss him so down here, but I cannot imagine how happy he is.  To reunite with Nana, sing in the choir, play a baby grand piano, run with the football team, catch fly balls in centerfield, play golf with his friends.  He lived life to the fullest and always, always, always wanted to know how you were doing and if you were ok.  As he would say, 'good Lord willing' we will meet again.

Great memories of his always combed white hair, particular cologne smell, scratching his back for money, cooking his dinner with Nana, visiting him a Frederick's Music Store, and singing "Lazy bones, sleepin in the sun..."