It was so pitiful when I was six years old and my papaw died. Everyone was lugubrious. The only thing that I really remember was when my dad took me to his house to see him because they didn't expect him to last much longer. My mom told me that I always wanted to go and visit him and my granny. At my granny's the room that they used to sleep in is just there now. My granny won't sleep in there anymore and she barely goes in there anymore. We all miss him and love him so much.
He built my sister a bookshelf because when she was little that's all she did, read, and that's all that she asked for, a bookshelf. He made it all by himself. We still have it and we will never get rid of it either.
One thing that I remember about him was that he LOVED John Deere Tractors or anything John Deere.
~Briana Reed
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