It’s my birthday today. And my Papa (my mom’s dad) passed away this morning.
In this moment of sorrowful reflection, it surprised me to have found comfort in his passing, this day. It’s fitting. Let me explain…
I was named after Papa’s wife, LaRae. And apparently I’m a lot like her. She was a natural herbalist, made green smoothies when green smoothies were taboo, loved yoga, and she had a very intense personality. I’m not near as advanced as her w/ yoga or health, but I love learning about health and fitness & I’m definitely intense. People who’ve been to our shows tell me all the time, “You play like Van Halen on the banjo!” I’ll take that as a compliment.
Papa was almost the exact opposite of Nanny (LaRae). He was laid back and practical. He ate well for the most part, but whenever we’d visit, he go out & buy his (I mean our) favorite food: KFC. And Papa loved his wife, LaRae.
Cancer claimed her early, after 38 years of marriage and 10 kids. He was blessed to find another amazing woman to marry soon after Nanny’s passing; Grandma Betty, we lovingly called her. She stayed w/ Papa till she passed away, after 24 years of marriage. It gives me comfort to know that today, on my birthday, he’s finally gone home to be with his LaRae and with Grandma Betty. It must be a beautiful reunion up there, right now… What better way to celebrate my birthday?