I have 35 years of memories I could sit here and write about for hours. You were such a kind, loving, often outspoken, but compassionate man. You were always so hard working and took care of so many people, even if you had to go without. I remember riding to work with you and Nanna in Ol' Hannah. I'd sit right up in the middle and off we went. I did no wrong in your eyes and you did no wrong in mine. No matter who I terrorized, cussed, or even if I got drywall mud all over me and the entire house y'all were finishing, you took up for me and made sure I didn't get in trouble. I always thought you were so cool and kind of a bad a$$ because of all of the stories you used to tell me about the crazy stuff you got into. And I ABSOLUTELY LOVED when you would sing "Blue Suede Shoes" and the gospel songs that came on Gaither Homecoming on TV, that you, Nanna and me watched all of the time. Gosh! There are so many more memories that keep popping up that I haven't thought about in years. I will cherish each and every one of them forever! I'm glad that you're not in pain anymore, Poppa. I know you were so tired of fighting and so ready to just rest. And now you can rest easy with our Maker. I know you're celebrating with your Momma, Uncle Ed, Anita and all of your friends and family that went before you. I just hope you know how much you meant to me. I thought you hung the moon, Poppa! I love you, forever and always!