Papa Jesus

Sunday night Daddy passed away. He was the best husband, Daddy, and Papa I've ever known. John loved him so much (as we all did). When I was driving the kids to see Mama Monday morning, I was telling John we were going to Grandma's house. He kept saying "Grandma Papa". I told him Papa wasn't going to be there, only Grandma; although, I'm not sure he understands that. He asked, as he does with everyone, "where Papa go?". With tears, I said Papa's with Jesus, then repeated my answer when he asked the second time. That night when I was getting him ready for bed, out of the blue he said "Papa Jesus". Buck told me later on that he said it a few times during the day too. It was so sad for me to tell him the few times in the car, but now when he says it, it makes me smile.