Papa

Well, life here in Marysville hasn’t been the most fun.  I’ve been stuck at home with Zachary, locked keys in a van, been the victim of cat pee, and have suffered without computer for a long while.  And Papa has passed away.

Papa, known in my youth as Grandpa Abel, was an old cranky German.  I don’t know that he spoke a lick of the language, but his grandfather was straight off the boat.  August Abel came over in the 1800s and had Edward who had Charles who had Stephen who had Me.  And I’ve had Zachary.  I like the name Charles – Sam does not.  Which makes it an impossible name to use, which makes me quite sad.

My memory of Papa is of a down to earth, funny guy.  He had a good sense of humor and liked a good joke – a dry joke.  Plays on words were something I remember him enjoying in conversation.  He was also stubborn and enjoyed his life well-scheduled.

I think he was pretty darn happy with life.

Papa and Nana took Sarah and I to the movies one time.  I don’t remember a lot of our adventures, because they lived so far away and we didn’t see them often.  But they thought they’d take us to see a movie, and I can’t remember anymore what it was.  I thought it was “The Lion King,” but I would have been 12 at the time and I doubt they’d take me to that.  I remember being quite younger, so it was probably Aladdin or Beauty and the Beast.

I don’t have much to say about it.  It was very sudden, there was no warning.  He fell down the stairs and hit his head.  There was some suffering, but not much and he slipped away in his sleep.