Holidays have always meant 'Pappy' to me, this will be my first Christmas ever without him. I was blessed to have had 39 years with him , but nevertheless his absence makes for a strange holiday to me.
Dynamics change dramatically when the last of the grandparents pass, families disperse, things never seem the same. Not that you love or are loved any less, but traditions die right along with the last of the grandparents, I've seen it many times. I guess this year is our turn.
Here are some memories from the past few years with my Pap...
(Thanks to my cousin Melanie for taking the images of me cutting Pap's hair) :)