Daddy, Since you lived with Jeanne and I for a brief period of time, there are so many reminders of you still around our house. Everywhere I can see things that were so important to you when you were alive but don't mean anything to you now that you have died. Things like your wheelchair, your walker, your shoes and other clothes. Things like the package of Starlite mints and the chewing gum you loved so much now sit on the kitchen table and call out your name in my mind, and bring forth a welling of hurt, grief and sadness. I try to deal with the realization that you are now in that sealed and dark casket deep in the ground. And even though I find some comfort in the fact that what's in your casket is merely the remains of an earthly body you no longer have any need for, I find myself wishing it were possible to have you back. I don't know for sure what lies beyond the grave or if eternal life is real or even possible. The realities of life we have to deal with on a daily basis make it very difficult for me to have what Christians refer to as "faith." My reasoning suggests to me rather a wait and see attitude. If it never happens we won't ever know the difference anyway. Eternal "life" or just an escape from the veil of tears we have to endure here on earth, either way, we won't ever have to die again. Dad, may the God you believed in so strongly take you into his kingdom and grant you happiness that surpasses anything you ever experienced while you were alive. I love you forever.
With profound gratitude for Mr. Hopkins's military service and his example of devotion to his family and country.
I met Kenny on Mothers Day 2013. His Reputation of Love for Family & Country preceded him and more. I am so thankful that I got a chance to met & talk to you Sir. I am a better man for having done so. Thank You for your Service to this Great Nation.
You were one of the finest men we knew. You loved Aunt Mert so much and enjoyed your life together so much. You are rejoicing together now forever worshipping Christ in all His glory. You will be missed.
Pa-Paw, you were a fighter who fought to live your life as long as you possibly could. Even though you weren't feeling well and missed your wife, my Granny, you were determined to stay with your loved ones here on earth as long as possible. You had the most loving heart, and you truly loved everyone - especially your family. We were blessed to have you as long as we did,and I guess in a way I was spoiled. The past few days I have been saying that I am not ready to let you go. The truth is that I will never be ready to let you go. I think back to Mother's Day 2013 when I was telling you goodbye before I went home and you said that you wish we could stay longer. If I could go back to that day, I would stay forever with you. I wish you could've stayed long enough for Mike to make you that soup you so badly wanted. Pa-Paw, this isn't goodbye. I realized that I don't ever have to let you go. I will talk to you and keep you in my memories for the remainder of my time here on earth, and when my time comes, I will join you. I know you were listening when Zoe and I were looking towards the clouds yesterday and talking to you. I am so very proud to say you are my grandfather, and because of how special you and Daddy(your son) are, I will forever be proud to keep Hopkins as part of my name. I love you my special grandfather, and please look over all of us and be there with us through the difficult times - especially today and tomorrow. Much love forever and always from your granddaughter and great-granddaughters: Kristy, Katie and Zoe