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It was a cold, and very lonely day in January 1971. I was at the one house, other than my own house, which always filled this 13-year-old boy with joy and happiness. However, this day would be different.
I was at my Grandparents house in a small town, in Northern Louisiana. I was at their house because there was another death in my family. My Grandfather, my namesake, had passed away on my 13th birthday. I was very cold, scared, and now all of a sudden, very alone. It was only four years before this day, I had experienced the same feelings.
In 1967, was when my Father had passed away as well. It seemed like I was just over that shock, when now, my Grandfather had just passed away.
Oddly enough, my Grandfather was very instrumental in the healing process, of the loss of my Dad. Papaw was a Baptist Preacher, who always had the right words, the right hugs, and the right sayings to help this young boy cope with the loss of my Dad. I never thought, I would lose my Grandfather, my namesake, also. After all, my Grandfather bragged and called me his little “shadow”.
On that cold day in January, I sat outside, on the back steps of my Grandparents house just staring forever, into space, and really looking at nothing at all. It was as if…