My family lost a great man this weekend. My grandfather. Robert Tyre Jones. He was a caring, loving, generous, kind hearted man! This family was truly blessed to have come from him!
After my parents divorced and mom and I had to live in that flea bag apartment. Memaw and Papaw had me live with them. I remember waking up and "hiding" under the kitchen table while he eat his breakfast. I would sit on his foot while he was eating and not get off it while he walked to the front door towards work. When he would get home from work he would stand next to the table and I would get on his back and he would pretend that he didn't know that I was there! He would say, "Faye? Have you seen Erica? I can't find her anywhere!" I would then say, "I'm right here, Papaw!!" He would turn around like a dog chasing his tail "looking" for me!! I would then bite his ear to get his attention!! For years I thought the crease in the right ear was from me biting it over and over again!!
I miss him so much!! But I know that he is in a better place. He is playing golf with Steve and Art and Dave. Memaw and Genny are cooking for them! Grace is probably overseeing and bossing all of them!!
