Whenever I meet someone new, I wonder why that person has crossed my path and becomes a part of my journey. Twenty or so years ago, our paths crossed with Sue and Wynn. Liked them from the start! We share a love of running, enjoyment of Patriots football games, and just being in each other’s company. Through the years, we’ve been a part of countless parties, football gatherings, running events, important family moments, and endless days at the beach. What we hadn’t counted on when we gained such wonderful friends was that we also gained a “Papa”.
Papa is Wynn’s dad. This man welcomed us into his family with hugs, with stories, with generosity, with kindness, and with a hearty laugh. Whenever we arrived at a family event, he smiled broadly and welcomed us as he’d welcome the rest of his family. When they lived in Jacksonville, he insisted we use their car and their house while we were there. We even had our very own “height measurement line” drawn on the garage wall, next to the other family members’ height measurements.
Papa passed last night. It’s never enough time. There are never enough smiles or hugs or stories to be told. Everyone should have a Papa, whether by blood or by friendship, to show them the value of family, laughter, and love. I know this is exactly why he was part of my journey.
Thank you Papa, I’ve got a special place in my heart and memories just for you.