Papa Murphy

No matter how long someone has been sick, you're never prepared to let them go. On Saturday, February 23rd my Papa passed away. We were fortunate enough to introduce him to his 26th great-grandbaby in December. He could never get enough of good-looking women and babies, so he got a double treat that day! We said goodbye to him at his funeral yesterday. It was just not right visiting Alabama without a good joke from Papa and a nice sloppy kiss on the cheek. He was one of my favorite men. He will be dearly missed. On the bright side, Nana will be getting twice the loving in his absence.