Anywho, the point of this post....we left the house to look through the garage. I can't say I remember going out there as a kid except to get the golf cart out, and it was like I had on blinders because I had no idea the treasures inside that 2 car garage. My Papaw was a carpenter....if not by official title, then by merit. He always made things with his hands from houses to trinkets...he was even a painter. Looking at the rows of tools made me wonder what things they had created. What was their story? How long had they been in that same place? It was strange to see the sawdust still on the floor and the bowling ball randomly in the middle of it all like time had frozen. It was amazing. Take a look.....
I loved my grandparents dearly, and I'm sad Joey and Sam will not know them. I can pass on the memories though, and though they may not have ever seen Memaw live and in person, they will know how comforting she was and how she loved us so much. The girls will have no memory of Papaw, but I will make sure they know that he always had peanuts by his chair and he even shared if you asked :]
