Sadly, my Papa, Hugh Evan Hughes (yes, that is his real name) died at age 84 on November 25. We went to St. Louis for his memorial service on December 10. He was laid to rest with full military honors and will have a plaque erected at Jefferson Barracks National Cemetery memorializing his and my Nana's lives.
Papa was a proud marine who served in WWII. Among other places, he fought and was injured at Tarawa in the South Pacific. He received two Purple Hearts for his service to our country. Married to his wife Virginia (my Nana) days before leaving for war, he returned home in 1946 and over the next few decades, they had seven children. Their children went on to marry and give Nana and Papa lots of grandchildren, and eventually, many great grandchildren. As you can imagine, there were so many people who loved Papa and were kind enough to come pay their respects and share memories of him upon hearing of his death.
As a member of his family, I want to say a special thank you to "his girls", the ladies who cared for him when he was most ill and put up with him when he could be most difficult. He loved you more than you know! (It didn't hurt that you were a great looking bunch of ladies, either!)
We love you, Papa, and will miss you very much. I will always think of you when my children don't eat their peas. I know you would want me to put those peas in their ice cream. And I will ;)