Some days are better than others. Most days I am ok but today for some reason itsnt one of those good days :( . I really miss you dad. My heart hurts that I cant share my new life with you. That you cant see me happy.. When you first passed my children were so careful not to mention your name or things you done cause they didnt want to hurt me.. so they thought.. but we have all found strength in our memories and sharing them now.. I cooked one of your meals last night.. chicken and shell noodles and bbq chicken and potato salad.. it was good.. but i think i about killed bubba with some cornbeef and cabbage a while back, or at least he thought he was gonna die cause that is one meal he dont like lol.  I love you dad.. I miss you just needed to tell you.                                 
                     oh, Bubba got his first 22 for his birthday. He was so excited.. ok well I am gonna go.. i love you

I was thinking last night about when dad walked us to the babysitters house (Lavania) and he would be pushing a bicycle.  I can't remember why the bike?  Did he ride it to the bus stop or did he leave it there with us? Maybe that is just a dream.  But I know dad did right by us ALL, no matter what he had to sacrifice and looking back now that was a whole lot. I love you Dad!

I heard today that Priscilla passed away last week but I guess you probably already know that.

The thing I miss the most is the Man who loved us all unconditionaly - I miss your opionions - I miss you

I love you soo much Dad.. There are so many things I wish I could change or take back.. and others that I will always cherish..  nothing will ever be the same again.. I am always looking for some sort of normalcy and never seem to find it. I know that through God things will get better.. sometimes I feel they have.. sometimes I feel great .. so good I feel guilty.. but then it is like the reality hits me out of no where and I dont know.. my whole world seems to fall apart again. Well, Happy Mother's Day and I love you.                   Michelle

I never knew just how great I had it until is was gone.  From the crazy things you wanted me to do when Ericka was born the coin on the belly button , things that had always worked for you and yours. You were a great grandfather and a even greater father-in-law. I will always love and miss you.

I have been thinking about you a lot this week.  I have found several "Pennies From Heaven" in the last few days so I know you are watching over us too.  I love you and I miss you so much.

I miss going to papa's house and staying there for a couple of weeks over the summer.  Everytime I eat a homecooked big breakfast with eggs, grits, bacon, biscuits the whole nine yards I get took back to my memories at his house, and waking up to "how many eggs you want" and the good ole' smell of his delicious food.  I wish I could have learned alot of cooking secrets from you papa. You made my childhood alot more memorable and I was lucky to have a papa like you.  Everytime I go across a big bridge you will always come to my mind. When we used to ride with you in your big truck you would scare us to death making us they think you were gonna drive over the edge. It was so much fun. I miss ya lots. 

OUR SPECIAL HERO

11/11/08

When we babies

You would hold us in your arms.

We felt the love and tenderness

Keeping us safe from harm.

 

We would look up into your eyes

And were filled with love and trust.

How did we get so lucky

You were the dad chosen for us.

 

There is something special,

About a Father's love

Seems it was sent to us

From someplace up above.

 

Our love is everlasting

I Just wanted you to know

That you are our special hero

And wanted to tell you so.

 

I miss you dad.

My First Christmas In Heaven

I see the countless Christmas Trees
 around the world with tiny lights,
like heavens stars,
 reflecting on the snow.
  The sight is so spectacular,
 please wipe away that tear,
 for I am spending Christmas
 with Jesus this year.
  I hear the many Christmas songs
 that people hold so dear,
 but the sounds of music can't compare
with the Christmas choir up here.
 I have no words to tell you,
 the joy their voices bring,
 for it is beyond description,
to hear the angels sing.
  I know how much you miss me.
 I see the pain inside your heart,
 but I am not so far away.
 We really aren't apart.
  So be happy for me dear ones,
 you know I hold you dear,
 and be glad I'm spending Christmas
with Jesus Christ this year.
  I send you each a special gift,
 from my heavenly home above,
 I send you each a memory
 of my undying love.
  After all "Love" is the gift,
 more precious than pure gold.
 It was always most important
in the stories Jesus told.
  Please love and keep each other,
 as my father said to do,
 for I can't count the blessings
or love he has for each of you.
  So have a Merry Christmas
and wipe away that tear. 
Remember, I'm spending Christmas
 with Jesus Christ this year!!

We used to always share Thanksgiving together. You always made the best dressing and giblit gravy..and potatoe salad.. I would always eat me rolls raw..and aunt lois would make her cranberry salad and Lisa made her pecan pie with chocolate chips.. I miss you dad..so much.. We all would get together when we were younger.. we never missed a holiday at your house.. it was so full of children and memories with lots of food and just laying around being together. Everyone is kinda doing their own thing this year.. I guess it really just hurts too bad to be together right now.. but maybe next year.. I love you dad and to all of my family that may read this.. Happy Thanksgiving and I love you guys very much.. we will be ok.. it is hard for all of us... lets just not forget about one another ok... love, Shelby

I FOUND THIS CARD IN SOME STUFF THAT WAS DAD'S
IT WAS FROM LISA DATED SEPT.30,1982:

MY DAD

Many men are strong, but very few have been able to mix the right amount of strength with a proportionate ammount of gentleness. In doing so, you get a man you can admire, respect, and look up to, but also a man you can talk to who will understand and listen. All my life my father has given me a feeling of security. No matter where I go or what happens to me, I've always known he's been back there watching patiently should I need him. This security has given me the strength to stand on my own many times....

It was a birthday card... I just thought you would like to hear it.. Dad always knew how much we all loved him... NO REGRETS GUYS!!!
I love you... michelle

I've been thinking of all the times we went camping. Gosh, it seems like such a long time ago but it really wasn't.  When it rained all of us girls would be huddled in the tent (don't touch the sides) and you guys would be standing in the rain.  It's hard to believe now that 7 of us slept in that one tent for so many nights.  I was talking about Six Gun Territory yesterday...what a blast from the past. I'll never forget how you always made the sky ride rock back and forth.....one day I thought Bob was going to jump out cause he was so scared. Those were the good ole days!

We also went to Daytona every weekend for a long time...at least is seemed like every weekend.  I guess then was a lonely time for you but you never let it show.

You and Bob were driving around with us in the car throwing fire crackers at people. You guys got the biggest kick out of that, I can still hear you laugh. I think you were wild when you were young....at least I've heard some wild stories.

I love you Dad and miss you.

Hey Papa.. Its been a while since I have been on here... been working a bunch... I have been thinking about ya.. we are suppose to be going to Juniper Springs soon... I aint sure when.. but I remember all the times we went together.. will never foreget them.. Dad actually found a pic of the last time we all went of me in the springs.. sitting on a log.. I love that place... I told Shelbys gurls I was going to take them to the river or the beach.. I might take them to St.Marys river..just because... I know you would love it if we all went back tehre again.. its been years.. I hope you can still get back there.. well.. I guess I will close for now just was thinking about ya and wanted to come by and share a few memories.. old ones and maybe some new ones... well I love you Papa

What's too painful to remember, we simply choose to forget... that means good memories along with the bad ones. I love you guys, I know it is hard...but sharing the memories can only help.. in the long run at least...

Hey papa I hen't been on here before this is my first time actualy looking at this it just hurts so bad i never talk about it because it hurts and theres nothin I can do about it and I'm sorry. i miss you so much but I'm getting off now I love you and miss you lots .
Love
Meagan

When i was a young girl we didn't have fireworks. you just werent that type, at least not when i was younger, but you would always go outside at night on the 4th and on New Years and shoot off your shot gun. (you, redneck?) never! haha. sometimes we would have sparklers too, if the grandkids were around. well, i miss you dad, i keep all my memories close...thanks for so many good ones. i love you.

Your dad always loved to play jokes on people and often I was one of those people.  I will never forget when he let me eat dear meat knowing how I felt about it.  But to him it was like I'm doing you a favor your gonna love it....

I used to make him show me the packages that the meat come in after that.  You know,  to this day I think he kept empty packages just to show me that whatever I ate was store bought.  I remember the first times that I ever met all of you.  I had never played poker in my life.  But it wasn't long before I was hooked. I love you and miss all of you.  I know how you feel...

Thanks Lee for all that I have in my life.

I remember the summers most. That is when all of the grandkids would come to visit. Who entertained? Me, of course. We would go walking in what was soon given the name "deer-woods". and Rick's girls had to actually eat "chicken eggs". or the time Lynn was down and they were letting the girls ride the horses and they were all on one horse. Well, one girl started to slip and like dominoes, they all fell off one by one in unison right into the huge bail of hay that was in the pin. That was an American's funniest home videos moment. Do yall remember the halloween we had a party? The hay ride, the haunted house, Man, we had fun. The trips to the river. We would all go to the river and stay about all day. Then come home and dad would make his chicken and big shell noodles. BBQ chicken, bisquits and sweet tea. That is just a few memories. Do yall have any. I only remember the small ones. I can't really remember any big memories. They only come in pieces. Not stuff that yall would be interested in. I love you guys. Don't just read mine. Give a few of your own.Even if they seem small or pointless to you they could mean a lot to any of us. Just try OK. Shelby

Dad I remember the mother's day that I got you that book 'Love You Forever'. It reminded me so much of me and you. I came over that day and I asked you to walk out to the jeep with me. We sat there and I read you that book,I changed a few words around to make it fit, but it still fit us just the same. I remember I almost couldn't finish the book because you started to cry. I miss that. I started to cry also,but we got through the book finally and we just sat there together, in the jeep not really saying much, just being together. I miss your love,your smile, your help. I love you dad. Shelby

come on guys. share some memories. I could really use some right now. I love yall so much. I really miss dad and I know yall do to. I know this isn't what this site is for but if it will bring out some memories then so be it. I Love Yall!

Shelby

I Have so many memories of PaPa Lee's place. Us kids always had so much fun running around there. It was like we was running free in heaven some where, where nothing could hurt us cause PaPa was there to save us. One of my biggest memories is when PaPa always would come up and tickle me (probably all the other kids too) with his long finger nails scratchin me and he would make a weird hissing/tickling like noise too. He was always so silly , I remeber his laugh to this day! I love him! My next biggest memory is PaPa Lee was that he was ALWAYS in the kitchen cooking! Everyone is talking about his famous breakfast which was great! But my favorite is his Oyster Stew! Nobody could EVER make it like PaPa. He would have that BIG BIG pot puting extra butter and milk in it. When we would sit at the table he would say you might need to "Doctor It Up", Which you never did because it was PERFECT! It was literally so good you would eat all the Oysters up then slurp down the juice afterward, right out of the bowl! I Just wanted to tell you PaPa thatI Loved Your Oyster Stew! I also remeber PaPa Lee telling all us kids to run out to the chicken pens to gather up some eggs. We also used to play in the loft of that big barn(even though we were told not to).PaPa Lee's place has so many memories! I miss him so much! I love You PaPa !

Love Always & Forever,

      Ashlee

I have some many memories.. I just wanna share this one for right now.... Most the grand kids were at papa and grannys and we just ate a big breakfast... we decided to go walking right after eating.. well my luck we had to stop in the woods b/c I had a cramp .. well Jamie and Dwayne took off and left us girls.. we had no idea where we were had to get back home but we made it anyway... we got back.. papa got onto the boys... b/c they left us in the woods.. I will never forget all the summers we spent out there with Shannon,Christy,Jamie, and Dwayne and the rest of the grandkids.. They took us to the river all the time... Papa would always dig in the river for clams.. he made clam soup.. I never ate it of course b/c  I thought it was nasty but... there isn't enough room on here for me to share enough memories... I will always love you Papa.. and I am truelly sorry for the headache at one point that I was.. but hey we all were young and stupid at one time... I regret leaving your house them days.. I loved staying there with you...  well Papa I guess I wrote enough for now.. I love you and will see you again one day.... I know you are looking over us.. MiSS YOU!!!!!

  It was a hot day in April.  I thought I would take my children over to my Dad's to visit and mow his grass.  We were there about all day and of course Dad insisted we stay for dinner.  We had what he called SOS and bisquits.  It was good food as always.  Dad needed a few things from up town so the children and I went to pick them up for him.  He wanted to keep the kids for me, but I was afraid they would be too much for him so I insisted on taking them with me.(later to my regret).

I came back to dad's to give him his things and as I walked out the door I turned and looked at him and told how much I loved him and then went over and gave him one more kiss.  I didn't know that would be the last day I would spend with him in his home. I didn't know what was about to happen.  I sometimes think, maybe I should have watched him a little closer, maybe I would have noticed signs of what was happening.  but I didn't. The things I would change, the things I would do different. Well, I just wanted to share with yall the last day I had with dad at his house. Oh, Lisa that big cast iron pan you have, that is what he cooked his last meal in.    I love you guys.  and dad I love you more than I could ever say.

Papa.

   As I look at this wonderous place , I remember the wonderful memories like the geese I use to chase.  I chased and I chased faster and faster until eventually I was the one the geese were after.  I ran, they chased, faster and faster until I came to the one they would consider master.  He scooped me in his arms to keep me from the harm.  I loved this man dearly and then he passed away we tried for three years but couldn't make him stay.  You ask who I speak of ???  I will not go no farther.... this man that I speak of is my beloved Grandfather. I love you so much Papa, I will always hold you dear to my heart. YOU will always be my one and only Papa.   Love, Meagan