After the passing of my Father nearly eight years ago, my little boy was heartbroken. He was only two years old, but even now at 10 he can tell you things he remembers about my Dad. My Dad's very best friend was Sam White. One day when the White's were visiting my Mother, Blake climbed up on Sam's lap and said, "I guess you will have to be my Pawpaw now." This thrilled Sam and he told Blake he would be happy to serve as his Pawpaw. During the years since my Dad died, Sam and his wife, Lil, have proven to be faithful, true friends to my Mother. They frequently call her to see how she is doing and make special trips from Arizona to California to visit. The White's came into town yesterday and are spending a few days with my Mother. Of course, the kids are thrilled - Pawpaw and Grandma White are here!!! I have said all this to get to this point - real, true friends are friends forever.
Here's some snapshots taken tonight of the kids with the Whites.