I don't remember the first time we met. I do remember how happy you made my momma.
I remember the day momma took the picture of your arm propped up on my head. I was a great prop.
I do remember living in apartment B5 when I asked you if I could call you Dad.
I do remember when you kept mom from killing me when y'all came home and there were people in the house.
I remember NOT meeting Steve Perry at a sound check because I was too busy plugging my ears to see him standing right in front of me.
I remember the outdoor concert with Maze when Jamo let me on stage with my camera and Frankie Beverly let me dance on his piano!
I remember the way you have expressed your feelings each time I have gotten married. Now I understand why.
I remember sitting on the front porch with Bink while he moved the clouds with a single breath..."Watch!"
I remember being in love with Lee's Camaro. I still have never gotten my 1968 Shelby Fastback.
I remember when Sara had puppies and we argued over me keeping one of them. I named her Cheyenne and she's been yours ever since.
I remember the gun you threatened to use on the guy who broke my heart, when he showed up at the house for no reason.
I remember my wedding in Ailey. You finally gave me away because I had a real wedding. You were so handsome.
I remember hanging out under the hood of the '66 Chevy, learning how to do a tune up and mount a Holley fuel pump to the firewall.
I remember when Dillon was so little and you started a nail in a scrap board so that he could hammer with you while you built your shop.
I remember that he wanted to be just like his Papaw. I wanted to be just like my Daddy.
I remember the day you moved the old well pump house frame so that Dillon had a play house.
I remember how great it was to know that I finally had a daddy. My Daddy.
You will always be Dillon's Papaw.
You will always be momma's love.
I will always treasure our memories and carry them with me forever.
Just last Thursday, I remember your test results coming back positive for metastatic cancer in your lung and back.
With radiation, two years max! That's only twenty-four months! Really?!
Now I think back to 2001and my momma lost her momma to the same damned cancer! This parallel sucks!
I trust in Jehovah and I pray for his holy spirit to embrace all of us while you fight back, fight to stay alive.
I have faith in the resurrection and I am certain that only with Jehovah will we all survive the sorrow that comes with death.
I believe we will meet again during the resurrection and that we will know you right away.
Calmness is what I need. Faith is what I have. Love is all I can do.
You are my Daddy... Thank you for everything!
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