Laura Elisabeth, Meet Your Papi

My dearest girl, here are some of my favorite things about your Papi that I want you to know. Someday you will meet him in heaven. Until then, I will do whatever I can to help you get to know him. He was an amazing man and would have loved every single bit of you more than words. 

There are many times, my sweet baby, that I watch you and think of how much I wanted your Papi to meet you. But God was so good to him and took your Papi home to heaven so he wouldn’t be in pain anymore. Jesus died for Papi’s sins just like he died for yours and mine and everyone’s. When Jesus rose again he gave us the promise and sure hope that we will get to go to heaven, too. Jesus loves us that much! So read this and know that as much as I miss him, your Papi is free of all pain and suffering and living eternally in heaven by Jesus’ side and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

So, Laura Elisabeth, meet your Papi:

  • He loved melty ice cream and cookies. He ate one (or both!) every night.
  • He snored so loudly and made humming sounds in his sleep all the while holding the remote control.
  • He loved flannel shirts from Cabela’s and jeans. 
  • He always ate with a napkin in his hand or right by his plate. He hated messy hands.
  • He had one small, plastic cup that he kept above the sink and drank water from right before he went to bed…it was always there.
  • He was a great athlete–basketball, football, track. He did it all. (I didn’t inherit any athletic ability. I hope it skipped me and you still get some!)
  • He loved kids. He had lots of patience…except for when he didn’t, then we had to drink hot dog weenie milk. I’ll tell you that story sometime.

  • He loved (wink wink) all the self-portraits that your Aunt Mollie and I made him take.
  • He had a secret love of Cher. I used to call him late at night and sing some Cher to him.
  • He would curl up on the couch before he’d go to work at night and we used to snuggle by his legs. We called it his pit. He used to toot on us. It was gross…but funny.
  • He was drafted into the army and fought in the jungles of Vietnam. He was hard on him and he didn’t talk about it much. He did go to some reunions eventually and came back laughing and telling stories that he hadn’t told us before.
  • He was the family photographer, always taking pictures alongside your great Uncle Ray.
  • He lived for Christmas time. Grandma would actually have to try to stop him from spending tons of money buying us presents. He loved watching us open them even more than ever receiving a gift himself.
  • He used to bring home donuts on Saturday mornings or sometimes pies that he’d have in a brown paper bag on top of the fridge.
  • He’d eat a sandwich and Made-Rite potato chips every night while he was at work.
  • He used to watch the Spanish channels on tv. He claimed he knew the story lines but he didn’t know Spanish.
  • He didn’t know your daddy all that long but he knew Daddy would take good care of me.
  • He loved you Grandma very much and they were married over 30 years. 
  • He loved your Uncle Mike, Uncle Ben, Aunt Mollie, and me so very much. He’d have done anything for us.
  • He taught us about Jesus and made sure we went to church to hear about him. He did everything he could to send us to Christian schools so we’d had strong faith in Jesus. 

I hope that I never forget all the things that made your Papi the great dad that he was. My Laura Love, you remind me so much of him and I’m so thankful for that. Anytime you’re wondering about him, I will tell you all you want to know and more. 


 “Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.” 2 Corinthians 4:16-18
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