We have cried until our cheeks burn and our eyes feel swollen.
We have been fed by the best local cooks for almost a week.
We have spent more time together in the last 30 days than we have in the 12 years since we lost Johnny.
Sitting around numb and unsure how next week will go without a daily dose of Papa.
The adults are in one room and the kids are in the kitchen.
We hear a roar of laughter that symbolizes wrongdoing.
Curious as to what confession was made, we find my nephew Jared telling on Papa.
Years ago, Papa took the grandbabies down to his favorite place-the Cahaba River Road.
He let them ride in the back dangling their feet off the tailgate.
He would hit the brakes and sling them forward.
And he would “goose” the gas and sling them back.
The kids loved it.
On one occasion, Papa got carried away.
He slung out Jared and Joah.
He panicked and hit the brakes. They said he run around and dusted them off. After making sure they were okay, he warned them not to tell their momma.
“If your Momma finds out, she ain’t never going to let y’all go off with me again.”
Jared was laughing because he never told.
I am laughing because he did.
He would have been so proud of his grandchildren this week.
They wore overalls, took care of him one last time, but most of all-they kept his secrets.
I am personally hoping we are about to find out a few more.
Thank you so very much to everyone who has supported us this week.
For everything- the love was abundant.
We found your love and kindness everywhere. We found it in hugs and in the flowers and the food.
We even found it in true Southern Style- with a little money in the sugar bowl.
I don’t know if we can return it all, but I promise you we will try to keep it going.
As we have been reminded so very often this week, love is eternal.
And so is gratitude.
The Acker Family