In Memory of Papah
People always say that actions speak louder than words, a sentiment that I truly believe. Papah was a man of few words, but his actions always spoke clearly. 17 years ago grandma and papah left a familiar life in St.Louis and moved here to Nashville with the purpose of being close to their children and grandchildren. I was 11 and I was so excited that they were moving in my neighborhood and just down the street, you see I already had a great love for my grandparents.
How many families can say that they had Sunday dinners almost every week growing up with their entire family? As I grew up I didn’t really understand the value of it, I knew I loved that our small family was close, but I truly didn’t understand it until Saturday afternoon. When our small family of Grandma and Papah with their two sons and their wives and 5 grandchildren were gathered together in the same house that we had gathered in for hundreds of Sunday dinners, afterschool homework sessions and Christmas mornings we were gathered yet again to hold his hand and kiss his head and be there with him as he left this world.
What I loved most about this experience is that it wasn’t unfamiliar people getting together because our grandfather was at the end of his life. It was people who know each other and love each other deeply, brought together because of the great man we are here today to remember and never forget.
People often say that a good sign of what your priorities are is how you spend your time. Today as we leave and remember the things that we love about our papah let us remember the greatest lesson he taught us, that family is what matters most. Let us spend our time with our loved ones so that they know that they are our highest priority and our greatest blessing. I know that his life is great legacy of love, that we his posterity know how much he loved and cherished us and how much we loved and cherished him.