We all have something that we remember most about people we know, people we love. For Granddaddy, I remember that he was almost always, famously rockin' out some pajamas. From when I was a little girl visiting in VA all the way up until recently - I see Granddaddy in pajamas. Of course he did actually get dressed every day, but he wasted no time changing into PJs - "jahms." I can see him in the kitchen cooking breakfast from back when I was seven just as clearly as I can see him sitting in his chair in the late afternoon watching National Geographic - in pajamas. I'm very much like him in that way - I waste no time changing into sweats or PJs and I jump at the chance to score a new pair on sale. (Top and bottom combos are always the best.)
Tonight, I am sitting on my couch, wrapped in a pair of Granddaddy's blue, striped pajamas. They smell like him, fresh out of his drawer. I wish he was still here - in his pajamas. Did you know that if you are still, you can see the tears in your eyes slowly roll to the edge of your lids like a wave, before they gently fall on your face? You can. I can see them, but I can smile at the same time because I know that Granddaddy is with Jesus wearing the most comfortable pajamas he's ever had.
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