He Was My Heart

It has been almost 4 months since my Papa earned his eternal reward.

He was the most amazing human I have ever had the privilege to know.

He was my heart.

He and my Daddy walked me down the aisle when I got married.

He is buried in Texas...and I am not in Texas.
He is next to my Granny.
There are bluebonnets that were scattered across their graves.

There is no one left to call me "Sis".
There is no one to sit on my porch and tell me stories of times long ago.

There was an Honor Guard to give tribute to him.
There was a Bugler who played Taps.
There were younger brothers who stood and saluted their big brother.
There was a son who did his own father's funeral and I'm not sure anyone else could have done a better job.

There is a flag. A stiff cotton flag that said a solemn Thank You for serving our country.
There are 3 bullet casings.  Honor. Integrity. Commitment.
There is a "Deep in the Heart of Texas" pendant that I wear.
There is a wrist tattoo. It's his signature.
There is a jar of Texas dirt from the cemetery in my kitchen window.

My heart is deep in Texas.
It's in an old family cemetery.
It always was his and it always will be.

He was good people.