Remembering my Pappaw

Ten days before my 16th birthday, my papaw passed away.

He always said he wanted to die with his shoes on, and he did, sitting on the bench in front of his store. I was there when the ambulance came. I never hear a siren to this day that I don't remember what it sounded like that September evening. Wanted to share with you this photo of happier times, he loved fishing. Judging from the photo, I would say the fish were biting that day.