Two Fishermen in Heaven

The Good Lord took my step-Papaw. He was going to celebrate his 96th birthday this year. I don’t think it gets any easier when someone passes away, no matter what their age might be. What little I know about him… He was a good husband and father. He raised five amazing daughters. He was a hard worker and a farmer. He treated my Dad like a son and was one of his best friends. He was always kind to me when I would visit.

One of the sweetest stories I remember about these two was near the end of my Dad’s life. My Dad had been in the hospital for a while and things weren’t looking good. (This took place before my Dad and StepMom called all of us down to see them.) Papaw Buddy had been depressed and was missing my Dad something fierce. So the day that they released my Dad from the hospital, they took him over to Papaw Buddy’s house and snuck him in. They told Papaw Buddy they had a surprise for him in the kitchen…

I don’t even have words to describe it. The pictures say it all. I can’t help but think that my Dad was waiting for Papaw Buddy at the pearly gates of Heaven holding a fishing pole.

I’m sending out prayers and love to my StepMom and her family. Losing a loved one never seems to get easier. And the older you get, the more often it seems to happen. Words never seem like enough to console those left behind after someone passes away. Two years later and I still find myself tearing up when I think about my Dad.

Hug your loved ones and enjoy the time you have together.

Published by Erin Seto

Southern Peach 🍑, in her 30’s - Artist 🎨 + Bibliophile 📚 + Geek 🎮 + Nerd 👓 + Animal-Lover 🐾 + Bipolar Disorder 💢 x Anxiety 😨 x PTSD 💣÷ DBT Therapy ✨ + Mental Health Matters 🧠 = ME 👩🏽

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