|March 3, 1977|
The morning Papa passed away Danya and I were enjoying a playdate with some of our friends when we talked about a school in Japan who had lost over 75% of it's population in the Tsunami. That's a lot of little kids who just arrived at Heaven's gate.
On top of getting to finally be back with Nana, Uncle Tom, and Uncle Rick as well as many others I know they are all helping with all those little kids, and if you can imagine Papa with all the energy he could ever hope to want and his 2 boys back together again, I just know if there are frogs in heaven Papa and my uncles are rounding up the boys for a frog hunt, and if anyone gets out of hand they are giving out Licken's (with the toungue not the hand)
He's happy, he's pain free, and he's enjoying the presence of his Savior. I can't think of anyplace I would rather he be right now.
My Papa, or Papa great to the great grand kids, did get to meet and hold Danya several times, even though she wasn't overly happy about it at a year old, I love these two photos. Especially the one when she was little. She has the same hairdo in those days, darn 4 month old hair loss, and she's so sweet about it.