There are many things that could be said about the man I came to call my Papa. Any kindhearted word could be used to describe him. He was amazing, kind, caring, funny, smart, carefree, the list goes on and on. He was a lover of music, the beach, St. Louis Cardinals, and his family. My mom was his world. They had a love that you only could dream about. The kind you saw in movies. There was nothing thrown at him that he couldn’t conquer. If I ever needed help, I knew I could always count on him. He was always down to be my taste tester when I cook or baked something new. And even though he told me it was the worst ever (with a smile and a laugh) he always demanded more and asked when I was making it again. He never denied me or my girls as his. He always treated us as his own flesh and blood. I will forever be grateful to have called him my Papa. There will never be a man as great as him. We love and miss him dearly.
