Coming Home...

Several weeks after I visited my Papaw, he passed away peacefully in his sleep. We all knew if was coming and the waiting game is hard on everyone. I felt like by the time the funeral, visitations and lunches rolled around, it was more of a celebration of family and life than anything else.

He would have loved seeing all the family together, and so many times, I kept waiting to see him there with us. And though he wasn't, he really was. He was in the stories told, he was in the face of his brother, in the memories of cousins... he was right there with us.