Sometimes I wonder if my Papa is here. I wonder if he see's all the wonderful stuff we've got. and the nice house that has been provided for us. I wonder if my son can see him. I miss my papa so much and wish every day that he was still here. It's been over a year since he died and at times like this(watching my son play or smile even) makes me remember how much fun I had with him. I was HIS angelica.
The holidays are the hardest. Especially at Christmas time. He LOVED Christmas. My gran always buys santas. and I remember there was this one time when she bought one that bounced, and at christmas time he pressed it and was bouncing. To see his smile, made everyone around him smile.
I love him so much!!