Papa’s Son 

There in the smell of Brut shaving cream, the feel of worn plaid shirts, and the taste of vanilla sugar wafers

We find you.
We catalog you

In memories of driving you home from card games,trips to the beach. rides for food and Saturday trips to Maxway.
We tell stories of you 

In the hopes 

 that the next generation knows you, 

Loves you, cherishes you like we do.
We are a testament to you

These girls drink like you, have your work ethic, and your style.

These boys tinker like you and curse like you.
We toast what you’ve gifted us with.

Family, strength, and confidence 

Connect us

These things, small and large, are just a remnant of what you left behind. 


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