I love you Pop.
I miss Uncle Will, and I can't imagine how much you do.
But rest assured, he's looking down and from above and having a laugh. He's up there playing his best pranks and telling his best jokes and I think the thunder we hear these days, could be God himself roaring with laughter.
You will always be the twin brother country preachers.
You will always be the musicians.
The antics and the stories and the non-stop humor. The lessons. The vacations. The love. The laughs.
You were the last born of 13 children.
You are the last one here.
All your sisters and brothers, Masue and your Father watch over you everyday.
And how they love you.
Happy Father's Day, Pop.
Happy Father's Day, Uncle Will.
And how I love you.