My papaw nicknamed me Bean when I was a little girl. Not alot of people know my nickname; but for those that do, that is where I got it from.
Growing up, not alot of people even called me that; but my papaw and some of my aunts and uncles. My mom and dad didn't call me that; but when David and Tonia, my brother and his late wife, had Ashley they started calling me Bean again. Ashley and Skylar call me Bean all the time now.
Now the reason for this story.
Shane and I had gone out last night and sometime throughout the evening, I received a voicemail from one of my sisters. I didn't listen to it, I just called her back.
She said around 1:00 pm, Saturday, Feb 18th; my papaw passed away.
My papaw was 83 years old and had been sick within the last year after he had a heart attack. He never fully recovered from that and had to be put in a Siskin Hospital.
I spoke with my aunt and she said that Friday, Siskin had called her and said his vital signs were dropping and they didn't think he would make it. My aunt said they went to see him and he had slipped into a coma; but they were able to wake him once and he tried to say something, but didn't.
She said he went peacefully.
I know he is better off being with the Lord because he was so sick; but I still miss him even though I didn't see him alot. He was my papaw and I loved him.
I will miss you Papaw and give my Daddy a great big hug & kiss when you see him.
Posted by tennbrat at February 19, 2006 08:11 AM | TrackBack