Every Memorial Day weekend, I make it a point to take the kids over to the little cemetery in Midlothain, Texas, so we can place a few small flags on my Papa Jack’s grave.
Problem is our family lineage has a bunch of Jack’s. George Jack, Charles Jack, Brady Jack, Jack Wroten Sr and Jr. Jack, Jack, Jack. All jacked up.
They get confused each year so I have to explain the same story time after time. My papa Jack died before they were born in 2004. He was their great Papa Jack. Their Papa Jack (Julie’s dad, is still alive). Their other great Papa Jack died before there were born too (that’s Julie’s grandfather). Poor kids. Jacks running all over the place in their family history.
Love you papa.