Pappy… We remember you almost daily I believe… We miss you dearly….

Pappy… We remember you almost daily I believe… We miss you dearly….

Pappy would be 80 years old today – WOW – he did almost make it too… We lost him July, 2011, and we have missed him daily. From the oldest to the youngest of our children  A Navy and Army veteran respectively…. Pap was a real man’s man.

When he left the service, he quickly grew in popularity ni the field of country music. During the day he’d work as a DJ on the local country station in Atlanta (HOtLanta), GA – and picked several nights each week. He rarely took a break.

As the years passed… he’d marry… and invariably give the home and what he owned to head to Nashville for a spell… His passion was to simply connect with a group that allowed him an opportunity to work with a major picker and hang his hat with that person. His landing and favorite was Willie Nelson of all people, and eventually he formed the Whiskey River Band and I’d like to say the rest is history – but the history is incredible and detailed. Look for his bio to his text on the blog soon… He wanted to finish it before he passed, then he asked me to get it in publish form so he could approach publishers to get it on the market. It’s a wonderful, witty, funny, sad, but in the end Pappy adventure – and then some…

After the last wife… Pap headed SW and stopped by to see me and mine…. He hung out a few days… a few weeks… a few months… WOW – next thing I know we’re picking and grinning at local joints and he’s living in the very first house my wife and I bought…

One night, during a show, Glenda May  (the May we tagged on) – a patron of the pup – was there… and Pap fell for her – all the way…

Almost 17 years later she passed, and we believe the only reason Pap did not leave her is because they never married. As she got older, she had health issues that caused Pap to take more and more time to tend to her. I remember spending teh weekend there in the mid 2000’s, and it was very sad to see all that he had to do to take care of her. While she seemed perfectly fine…. She had to be watched almost always by then – and he worked part time as a painter in the large mansions that lined Lake Guntersville, and one day fell 20′ and cracked and broke a couple ribs… Beat himself up pretty bad… Invariably, he too, retired, and while he stayed home with her mostly – we did get to pick a little. I would make it a point to try and shoot down there (Alabama) every year… Until Glender-May passed, and he actually came to stay with us in Michigan. Here he had a small area he called his own, Our Florida room was as wide as the house – and he loved being there. He hated the winters as much as I – but he loved it.

In 2007, we’d gone camping for a week in West Michigan – riding quads and bikes in the dunes and racing trails north of Mt. Pleasant. We fished in the evenings, and enjoyed fish at times… It was really good…

I remember, during our last couple nights… Pap asked if William could enjoy his huge finishing rig, and he just sat back and chilled…. On the drive home, our primary U-Joint on the main shaft of the motor home gave out – and we had to be towed. When Pap got out of the vehicle he actually fell a bit, and while he got up seemingly okay, we were concerned.

That was the 4th of July weekend. I had to return to NYC that Sunday for work, and my wife calls me Monday evening telling me he fell again upstairs – she was worried about him. By Tuesday he was in the hospital on life support. His body just shut down. I raced home live never before. A very long 18 hour drive in 14 hours….

July 7th… that evening…. Pap let go – after being taken off life support, he went 27 hours more, then gave up… I prayed he did not suffer, but there were times I wondered if pain wasn’t really getting to him, or if he was really just out of it.

In his passing… so much wracked my mind, body, spirit and soul. A piece of me, greater than I can convey, went with him, and it was ony a few years later that I too, almost joined him.  That’s for another time…

September 28, 1938 – Happy Birthday my Dearest of Friends… I love you, miss you, and pray the mercy of God, in Christ Jesus, has your soul saved, and you’re in a whole new paradise and place. A good place… A loving place, where no more tears are shed, and hope is realized in the most unbelievable of ways… Until we meet again… Here, there or in the Air as Mother Melba would say… I know you’d appreciate that…

From the Hamilton Family to Pappy – we all love you, miss you, and pray the life you now have is the abundance Christ shared wtih us. It’s not rest in peace… it’s Live in Love… for all eternity…

Amen….

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