This is really long and full of drama about my family. If you want to read about my Papaw and all the drama that happened after he passed on, click on the cut.

( Papaw )
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If you got through that, congrats!

I'm going to work on Those Left Behind soon--I'm working on something for my uncle which is taking up a lot of my time. I'm hoping to have part 9 up before the middle of next week.

If I get a chance, I'll scan and post one of my favourite pictures of me and Papaw sometime very soon. When I was younger, we used to get to walk to the corner store with Papaw and get a pack of those mini-donuts (the ones that 5 little donuts wrapped in cellophane) when we stayed the night at their house. We always went at night just after dinner so we could have the donuts for breakfast. After we walked back home, we would sit on their porch swing and open the donuts. I would have one, and Papaw would have one as his "fee." I'd have the other three for breakfast the next morning. This picture is of a very young me and Papaw on the porch swing after our donut excursion, and I'm feeding him his donut. I love this picture so much--it's just so us. I was Papaw's girl--I used to fall asleep on his chest when I was a baby. In fact, if I got fussy, it was the only way to calm me down--give me to Papaw, let him put me on his chest, and I was out like a light in less than a minute. We were very very close and I miss him so much.

Fuck, now I'm crying again. Love you, Papaw.