We lost Papa Roy this week and its so hard to say goodbye. Seeing his face in this picture or in my mind makes me weep. I see him in his son's face or glancing at a man walking across the parking lot. I know its cause I long to see him again, that I can not believe he is gone. I cry as I type. I cry as I drive. I cry looking at his empty chair. I know there will be a time when I only have smiles for his memory but that time seems so far away.
I now spend my time fearful of the closed hand wielding some nasty creature or digging in the refrigerator for the perfect snack for a gigantic grasshopper. Papa Roy always laughed at the monster he had created.