Papaw and the lost photo--

There's a photo I've been looking for that I can't find.  It's the last picture I took of Billy-- Thanksgiving day 2014.  I took it knowing that it would be precious to me someday.  Little did I know that less than 2 months later it would indeed be a precious picture.  He died on Jan. 8th 2015.

It's a picture of him carving the thanksgiving turkey.  His arm wrapped in a blue bandage hiding the thing that was slowly killing him.  He looked so strong and capable in the picture-- it was so easy to forget what was under the bandage. 

Now the picture is lost. 

I've looked everywhere on my computer, my phone- everywhere.  Maybe its on my old Nokia?  I'll have to check. 

Here is a picture I do have

Him sitting with Ashton enjoying a cook out.  It's been two years.  It's hard to believe its been that long and it also feels like it's been forever ago. 

I miss him so much. 

I have to be thankful though-- his passing was the catalyst for a series of emotions and personal growth that I didn't even know I needed. 

Pain and joy in one heart. 

Until Next Time.