Jamie Borror
Papa,
It's been 72 days since you made the transition to your heavenly home and not a day goes by that I don't think of you. Spring time is upon us and over the last couple of days I'm reminded of how much you loved being outside. I was washing my dishes the other day with my windows open when a warm breeze blew across my face. I instantly felt your presence and the peace of the holy spirit. My friends often refer to it as God wink reminding us that our loved ones are at peace. As hard as it was to let you go, I know you are no longer in pain. You have a new body now and you are in the presence of our heavenly Father, your parents whom I know you missed dearly, and Mama. I'd like to think you greeted her with a big smile saying Daddy is home, Patty Ann. Please tell her that she was loved unconditionally and how much we miss her. Thank you and Nan for taking such good care of me. I strive to make you proud of me. I know you'll be waiting for us in that little house on the hill. I love you, Papa.
Punk







