Today marks three years since Papaw passed away, and yet I still walk into Pamaw's house expecting to hear, "Oh, you beautiful doll! You great, big, beautiful doll!"
That was the song he'd sing every time I walked in. (Sorry, Laura. I guess we were both his dolls.) The Sunday before he passed, he got up, dressed, went to church, just like he did every Sunday. At that point in time, he'd been battling cancer for four months. We knew it was bad, we knew it was a matter of time, but the man could...