|Papaw Jerry & Jessica back in time|
During the month of April, I took a break from some things and focused on family. In between my full time job and doing my music stuff, I sat in the hospital room and then nursing home room as my grandpa was sick. The sound of the machines beeping, nurses and doctors shuffling in and out to check this and that became a new routine. Relatives would come to visit and spend time sharing stories of our youth growing up in southeast Kentucky, with some moving on to Ohio and Tennessee. Then on the morning of April 26th, time stood still as my grandpa passed away.
In the coming days, we sat together as a family at the funeral home making arrangements, going to the flower shop to pick out the perfect arrangement, shop for the outfit to wear, and preparing for the visitors. My grandma asked me to speak at his funeral and for several days, I wrote, rewrote, and wrote some more trying to figure out the perfect words to say. Needless to say it was the hardest and easiest thing I have ever written in my life. It was an honor to be asked to tell others about my grandpa.
During all of the hustle and bustle, east Kentucky native, Angaleena Presley‘s new album “Wrangled” was released. I have been meaning to write a full on review of the masterpiece of an album. It has been hard to find the time to dedicate my full attention to it. However, there was one song that has stuck in my head throughout April and now May. “Cheer Up Little Darling” was written by Angaleena Presley and Guy Clark. It would be his last song he wrote before passing away. Musician Shawn Camp plays Guy Clark’s No. 10 guitar, which was used to write the song, and Clark’s mandola. I personally want to thank them for this song that kept me rolling these last few weeks. If you would like to listen to it, be sure to download it from I-tunes here.
I will miss walking up to Mammy and Papaw’s house and seeing him sitting in the rocking chair on the front porch. I will miss him saying “how are you doing?” as he sat there smoking a cigarette, drinking his coffee. I will miss his creamed style corn made in the cast iron skillet, complete with chocolate gravy and biscuits. Don’t tell Mammy, but Papaw is the only one that could make the best gravy! And most of all, I will miss hearing those words, “Now don’t you run off – what’s your hurry?” and “I love you” as I had to leave to head home.
In the Bible, we learned that the Lord created the universe and all its beauty in 7 days. I always said that on the 8th day, God made a farmer. On the 9th day, he made a truck driver to haul the farm goods. While he may have parked his truck here on earth, I know that the engine is a roaring as Papaw Jerry drives the streets of Heaven.