Wooden Angels

My grandfather was a great man...I always knew that but the older I got I realized that everyone who knew him thought so as well. Papaw's mission in life was to hand out wooden angels that he hand made himself to people of all walks of life and in all circumstances. He would hand them out to doctors and any medical professional that came in his room while he was in the hospital. My favorite story is of a lady that was at Bob Evans. She was having a bad day and Papaw said, "Hold on a minute." He went out to his van...where, might I add, he kept a large bag of angels for situations just like this. He returned to the lady and said, "Maybe this will make your day a little brighter." It is funny, I have multiple angels all over my house, but I find them in random places as well. I was paying my cable bill the other day and the lady that took my money had one of Papaw's angels on the desk beside her. He did not do it for money or accolades. He never took a dime for his angels. Papaw would make dozens of angels each year for Bible Schools and Children's programs. It gave him such joy. A few years before he died I nominated him for "Hometown Hero" a program that our local news station does. He was thrilled, the entire family got together and celebrated how special he was. That was the last time we were all together until his funeral. Papaw died in 2009, at the time I was seven months pregnant. My little boy never got to meet him but I will make sure that he knows just how great my Papaw was.

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