Missing You.....

I've been laying in the bed for the past 20 minutes crying. I was thinking about church today, and all of a sudden, the image of my Papaw walking down the sidewalk in his gray suit popped into my head. I miss seeing that. I sang a solo in church today, and he always loved that. He always said "it was marvelous." I miss hearing that. When we were kids he would stick out his pinky and his pointer finger (like a Longhorn fan) and wiggle his fingers around and tickle us. I'm so glad I got to see him do that to my own child, too. When I was little I would say "Dance, Papaw!" and he would hold up one finger and wiggle it in the air while he shook his shoulders around. If you knew my Papaw, you know why that's so funny. It used to make me laugh so hard. I miss watching that. I used to be a tomboy and Papaw always took me fishing whenever I would visit in the summers. I remember one time we were fishing from the bank, and there were a bunch of cows not too far away. I heard this really loud noise, so I turned around to see what it was. It was a cow peeing on a rock, and I don't think I've ever seen my Papaw laugh as hard as he did watching my face as I saw that cow pee on that rock. He said "that's why they say 'sounds like a cow peeing on a rock'" And he was right. That's one of the funniest memories I have of Papaw. I miss fishing with him. He was a good Christian man, but he could appreciate a good dirty joke. It made me laugh when he'd get so tickled over one he'd heard and just had to retell. I miss his laugh. He had lots of land in Poplarville, and he would let me ride the lawn mower around the yard after he finished cutting it, and I thought I was so big because I was "driving." I miss their house in Poplarville. I have wonderful memories of Christmases, weekend visits, fried chicken Sunday lunch, coffee every afternoon, the smell of his soap after his shower, him sitting in his recliner in his study, and those jumpsuits he wore everyday (light blue was my favorite). I can still hear his voice in my head and I hope that never goes away. When you called him on the phone he answered not with "hello" but "yello." And when you got finished with your conversation, you'd say "Bye, Papaw" and all you'd get in return was "*click*". He didn't like saying goodbye and now I know why - it's hard. Maybe that's not why he didn't say it on the phone, but he had the right idea. I've thought alot about those last days he spent here. I didn't get to see him that day but I saw him 2 days before. He was in a good mood. He ate dinner and then took a shower. As he got back into his chair, we were about to leave and he said "Come back anytime!" like he always did. I gave him a kiss, said I'd see him later, and then we said I love you to each other. We ended the way he liked - without saying "goodbye." So I'll see you later, Papaw. I love you..... *Click*