My Love...

I was 6 years old when my grandfather "BrayDaddy" died. I remember us going to the hospital to see him during the end. Tubes hooked up to him, breathing assisted, all of it. I wore a blue dress to his funeral. I loved him more than words. I remember he would lay on the floor and I would sit on his back. He would let me do all types of crazy things to him. He was my favorite. 

He was the kindest man around. My BrayDaddy and he called me Two2. Although I was his granddaughter, I felt like I was his. My mom was a teenage parent and I spent a lot of time with him and my grandmother "Mamount". 

Today is Veteran's Day and in honor of BrayDaddy, I'm drinking a Barq's Rootbeer. It was one of his favorite drinks. It later became my favorite. It's amazing how we remember small things that stick with us for life. 30 years later, BrayDaddy you're still remembered as if it were yesterday. To hug you again would be amazing but until I can, I honor you on this Vereran's Day. 

Your Two2, 

Nek~