May God bless you and your...
To my Pawpaw,
Pawpaw, I can remember being a little kid on Garden drive, and you and Nana coming over, or us going the Lacombe, and for the longest time I thought you didn't even know my name because you just called me "Kid" everytime you saw me. Don't worry, I know it was a term of endearment! I remember Nana sitting at the table on a Sunday morning playing her solitaire, and you reading the Sunday paper, and ya'll would've liked to kill me for the way I ate my breakfast with my hands,...
Jenna Alana Mullet
June 16, 2013 | Chalmette, LA