Hubert W. Perkins

my very first memory with my papaw was when we were home and he had me getting his needles for him and making his coffee. he loved how I made it and in return he always made me chocolate milk for me in a water bottle with a hole in the lid. I miss those days so much and its highly unfortunate that he's passed.. words cant explain how badly I miss him but what more can a girl do other than cherish her memories and hold onto every breath he took In front of her.