I found out today that my Papaw, (my Dad's dad) passed away. My mom's dad passed away when she was 7 so I never knew him. He just turned 85 years old and was a real character. We lived far away from he and Grandma Mayhle when I was growing up so I only got to see them about once a year. He lived a long life though, a lot longer than he should have! He survived fighting in WWII as a paratrooper and received a purple heart (I recently found out it was from eating poisonous berries and suffering stomach problems,ha!) He was a coal miner in Pennsylvannia and while many of his peers suffered an early death from "black lung" he never had a trace of it. Also, in 2003, we were told he only had about 6 months to live so he sure proved them wrong! He was a fiesty devil and wasn't afraid to tell you what he thought. Some of my favorite memories of Papaw are of having a blast at my grandparents' house in the Pennsylvannia mountains. He always tried to bite my ears off and I liked peeling skin off his sunburned bald head (gross I know!). My last conversation with him was a few weeks ago when I saw a documentary on coal mining and called him to ask some questions. He and my Grandma have been married 61 years, have 6 children, 17 grandchildren and 15 great-grandchildren. I'm glad he's not suffering anymore but its hard to believe he's really gone. I wish Jensen could have know him better.
Here are some picture we took last summer at our family reunion
My dad, his wife Sharon, my sister Carrie and us





