Prayers bub... I miss my papaw everyday. I keep a framed picture of him in my closet to remind me every morning to strive during the day to try my best to be half the man he was. He's been gone since 03, but I still wish he was here to give me fishing advice and explain why my half-runners aren't doing well. Papaws are special not only to young boys, but grown men as well. I was only 4 years old when one of my papaws passed and 24 when the other passed. He was sharp as a tack till the day he died. The day before he died, the nurse came in at the Hospice center in Charleston and he introduced me to her, not as his grandson, but as his "best bud". Cherish those moments, buddy.