Pap died four years ago today, and it still doesn't quite seem real. Occasionally I have dreams where he's alive, just hanging around his house with Granny, watching television, wanting to trade jokes or talk politics, but things are not quite as they were. It's as if he's still dead, and we all know it, but he's somehow been able to finagle a day-pass to come back and visit. They're sad dreams, for what they remind me of that I no longer have, but when I wake up remembering them, they make me smile. I guess for the same reason.
His favorite movie was The Outlaw Josey Wales, which was not a bad choice, I must say. I found a clip on YouTube of his favorite scene:
It's really impossible to embed too many clips from The Outlaw Josey Wales
. Besides, loving this movie is a family affair for we Shiveses. Here's my Dad's and my favorite scene: