This is my daddy. . If you ever have the chance to see us interact together it may not look like we get along. It is all just play. Daddy call me Jose. He says that it is because every other little girl in the world is Daddy’s little princess or kitten. He wanted something original. Something that no other little girl will be called by Daddy. I can’t think of any cute or funny story about us that will make you laugh or cry. So you will just have to deal with it! =)
This is my Poppy! He’s my mother’s father. He passed away in 2005. Poppy and I would watch baseball together just like this. He called me “puppy dog”. So when he died N and I went to get a little stuffed puppy dog to put in his casket. It was the only thing buried with him. He was a great man. I love him and miss him every day. When I was little I would come home from school and climb the tree outside. Poppy would come home and as he was passing the tree he would hand up a box of Raspberry Zingers. I love those. Now I can’t have one without thinking of him.
This handsome man is my great-grandfather, Fat PaPaw. He was my grandmother’s father. He was born in 1900. I was still little when he died in 1985 or 86. I don’t remember which year. I don’t really remember too much about him, but I do remember him. He always had flowers growing somewhere. Either at his home or my grandma’s home. Usually sunflowers. I think this is why sunflowers are one of my favorite flowers.
Now for the guy in the dark blue shirt. That’s N. We have been together for 10 1/2 years. He has been there for me through so much. Especially when Poppy died. He made sure that I went back to his room in the hospital the night before so I could see him one last time. He always makes me feel better.
