Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Papa was my best buddy. Whenever there was a project to be done I was at his side with my own tool box (but I would also steal Papa's tools every time he turned his head). He was always so patient with me and he taught me to use many tools, including his drill. He never complained when I would sit on his back when he was trying to get something done. Instead, he would just say, "That's what Papas are for." Papa is very special to me and he will always be in my heart. I will miss you, Papa!