Azalea's and Pine Straw

It is hard to believe it has been a year since RW's passing. Sometimes I miss him so bad that it still feels as though it just happened. I am feeling so emotional even as I write this blog.
The azalea bushes have been beautiful this spring and every time I see one I hear his gruff voice saying, "Man that is beautiful". I laugh as I remember the drives around Centerpoint just to see the azalea's. He would pull into a random driveway and just sit there and stare.
I also remember that when he needed pine straw for his planters, he would stop at a strangers house and start collecting it out of their yard. I would say, "Paw Paw shouldn't you ask first" he would gruffly say back, " Aww they don't care, they don't need it!".
My Paw Paw, the boldest of the bold.
I miss you old man. I can't wait to see you again. I know you are happy and well now, eating all the peaches and satsumas you can stand. You were a great man, I wish my children could have known you as I did.
I long for the day when we will all be with Jesus and we won't remember the sting of death.
Jesus, hug my Paw Paw for me. Please.