For those who may not know, on November 15, 2013 my family went through a life altering tragedy when my grandfather was hit by a car, crossing the street to cheer on a high school football game with his friends...and killed upon impact. • Barely in his sixties and full of life, I still remember getting that call at work and bargaining with God in the car. This past year has been a time of questioning, mourning, trusting, understanding, abiding, celebrating and then figuring out how each one of us wants to carry out the legacy that is Papa. He was the most caring, loving, selfless, hardworking and Godly man I have ever met in my life. He was a father, brother, papa, mentor, husband, teacher and showed his selflessness even in his last moments, as he was getting ready to cheer for kids that he didn't even know but vastly yearned to see them succeed and feel loved. •• Each year, as tradition, our family spends time together in Mammoth Mountains to camp and fellowship. He and my dad taught us all to fish and even made me kiss the first fish I ever caught on my tweetie bird pole. The mountains has always felt like home to me and every moment spent in that environments reminds me of him and brings me closer to God. •• Yesterday my mom and one of my little brother got tattoos in memory of Papa. I absolutely am in love with the treasures they are carrying of him permanently and cannot wait to get one of my own. You see, one of the last conversations papa and I had was about finishing my education so that I would never deny any person of my fullest potential and capabilities and to always trust and abide in the Lord, no matter the season. I am applying for my last quarter soon and then am getting back on a plane to go do what I love and am passionate about. I've seen his love and trust in Jesus be passed down through my own parents, to us and now with my nephew Thomas Finch Wilson on the way, who is named after papa...his legacy will always carry on. I love you more...