Today, my father's dad celebrated his 72nd birthday. Normally, I would just think it's another birthday, but my mom's father never got to see 72 years. He didn't even get to see 61. I understand everyone has to die. I'm not saying it's wrong that my grandpa was taken away before anyone was ready to see him go. I just think the idea of it all is strange. Plus, I'm pretty freakin' thankful that my father's dad is still alive and kicking. He is the one who will walk me down the aisle, so he better stay that way for atleast 10 years.
So, Happy Birthday Papaw. I love you lots.
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