As a girl when we spent our weeks at my dads house Pawpaw would always come and pick me and my sister up in his truck. We would ride through town with the windows down. We spent our days riding bikes with aunt Becky , playing Barbies with aunt Tonya, eating Sonias good food , and listening to pawpaws stories , and pawpaw always doted on us. His smile could light up a room. He would worry about us too, we went out riding one day and we had rode too far, he cane looking for us and took us back to the house , we were so scared , but then he said , dont you ride over there again. I love my pawpaw! And I know he is with Jesus!!! It was his house that I first had a smores pop tart which are now my favorites! I remember him taking us to vacation bible school, and him always being a man of God, loving God and living for God!! You will be missed.