Dear Pappy,

Feb 19, 2008

I feel like I haven't seen you for years already.

I feel like your voice is missing and I want to find it SO bad.

I'm so sorry I couldn't bring myself to see you when you needed everyone beside you.

I just couldn't see you in so much pain.

And even more so your lifeless body after you had passed.

I'm 20 years old and I don't have my Daddy anymore.

And I really loved calling you Daddy.

My favorite name for you though, was 'Pappy'.

Pappy, I loved you so much.

You fought your battle with cancer for so long.

And you were too young.

I had yet to have given you grandchildren.

You would have been the best Paw Paw.

You used to wrestle with Joe Joe and I every Saturday morning as we watched Garfield & Friends.

I miss that.

I'm gunna miss that laugh, and your goofy dance you did every time you walked in on me playing my loud music.

I miss being little and sitting in your lap as you watched TV, and I would play with your hair, or pluck the hairs off of your ears and eyebrows.

I miss the days you would honk every time I touched your nose.

I'll miss your voice when you would say "Hey Little Bit."

I miss every name you called me. But Little Bit was my favorite.

Daddy I miss you so much already, my chest hurts.

But I promise you that me, Joe, and Carey will take care of Mama.

I'm somewhat relieved that you no longer hurt, and you can finally rest.

Rest In Peace James Carey Willson, Pappy, Daddy, Dad.

We Love You.

<3 Little Bit (Your Brown Eyed Girl)

3/12/52 - 2/19/08