My Grandmother
Well I call her Mamaw and have since I was a little girl. She is by far the sweetest woman on the face of the earth. It’s hard to believe she gave birth to my Daddy, just kidding. My Daddy is pretty cool after all. He grew up in those mountains and talks about it quite a bit. Mamaw raised 5 kids in those mountains and didn’t drive until after Papaw was gone.
I didn’t know Papaw very well. He was the total opposite of Mamaw. He was very quiet and kept to himself most of the time. The hardest thing is he committed suicide when I was real little. He went to the doctor and they gave him some type of anti-depressant and within two weeks of taking them, he took his own life. I’m not sure what type of anti-depressant it was but it back fired with Papaw. He wasn’t the type of man to do that either. He went to church every Sunday and……………I don’t really want to talk about that anymore.
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