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Papaw's Demise
Contributed by
randyjohnson
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Thursday, 8th February 2018 @ 02:32:19 AM in AEST
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You died twenty years ago today. On February 7, 1998, you passed away. You were born in 1910 and died at the age of eighty-seven. Twenty years ago, you left this Earth and went to Heaven.
You became a widower in 1957 and had your kids to finish raising. You finished raising your kids by yourself and that was amazing. When you died, it was something that I hated. You were my Papaw and you were appreciated.
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Re: Papaw's Demise
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Sunday, 11th February 2018 @ 07:38:15 AM AEST (User
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So there some people were in 1910 thinking they were
lucky and young, and the world was different and more exciting than it had been. The explorers, the seekers who sought to be the first to reach north or south pole, just before the Great one, the big one, the WWI, and the dough boys walked and walked and walked until they saw
the tilted light of gallantry that never really was.
The boy just a boy saw so much, the regards for a long life or was it history, the past, the changing of the tide.
Oh you, you did so many things, but more than that,
I remember you. I gleaned from you what you gleaned form once. You spoke to me.
You made me think a little about your own youth which is rare. You were an individual whose life I was lucky enough to share.
You were From here.
I like this Richard. We are alike in this way.
Peace! |
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