I'm just here to say - every year at Girl Scout cookie time, I think about Papaw and donate a case of Do-Si-Dos to our local fire department in his honor. I think about him every week when I'm prepping for the next interview about mental health, because this insane thing that happened inspired me to become a mental health advocate and talk show host. I think every time I "see" him on the street, in stores, while driving, and do double takes and feel my heart flutter. I get the memories popping up on fb with pictures of him and my kids and the rest of my family and smile even while my heart hurts. It's brutal, but I'd rather remember than forget.
I have had mixed feelings for years about this site, going through all the posts and seeing accusations and rumors, but what has me posting here today are the moderators. Hours of cleaning up trash comments to keep the good is something I could never do myself (and the rumors and drama are why I left the fb page as well). What you do is not unnoticed, and I appreciate you.
Thank you all for keeping Papaw in mind, even now. Knowing that y'all are still thinking about him makes me feel a little less alone.