Tomorrow we're going to say goodbye to Great-Papa F.
He's Mommy's daddy's daddy. He went to be with Jesus this week, and we are going to miss him alot. The good part is that now he's with Great-Granny F again, and I know he has missed her bunches and bunches.
I only got to meet Great-Papa F two times, once when I was a tiny baby, only about 6 weeks old...
...And then once when I was 9 months old at the end of last summer.
Great-Papa liked to go eat at the same place almost every day when he was able to get around better. Mommy and Daddy used to go down and have dinner at the Hitchin' Post with Great-Papa and Great-Granny, but they had already moved away from their old house when I was born, so I never got to go with them. I just know he liked his tea REALLY sweet!
Mommy note: I always thought Papa F was my most fun grandparent. Not that I spent all that much time with him really, and not that the rest of them weren't great, but he was good for a funny story, had such a dry wit--it even got more dry in the latter days--and he sure loved his ball caps and trucker's hats. Never without a hat, no way. And every time I'd go visit, when he was still living in my dad's growin'-up home, he'd show me a new hat, either for an insurance company or with a grandkid saying of some kind on it.
Welcome home, Papa. You made it. You can relax, think clearly, remember everything you want to, and most importantly, you can hug "Mom" again. We'll see you soon.