Learning As I Go: Remembering my Papa

Christy Bass Adams Guest Columnist There are some people who are always there; my papa was one of them. I don’t remember a holiday, birthday or special celebration when he hasn’t been a part of it. Even at 96, he was still driving himself and showing up for family gatherings and meals. The past few days don’t seem real. Memories have played through my mind like the old film projector Granny and Papa pulled out from time to time. My brother and I, being the only grandchildren, spent