Papas and grandma. My mom's dad and step-mom. They are the only grandparents I have living and who've been a support system for me my entire 25 years of existence. I call my grandpa "Papas" because growing up, my grandma would always say, "We are going to Grandpa's house" and from grandpa I got Papas and it's been that way forever.
My papas is 84 and my grandma is 72. Papas is 4th-generation San Franciscan on his dad's side and 50% German on his mom's side. Grandma's parents were both born in South City and both of their parents came to America from Italy.
They crack me up, drive me crazy, and I love them both so, so much. I am very lucky to have them in my life and I wouldn't be who I am today without them. 😘 #grandparents#myroots#lovethem#givethanks#genealogy#familyhistory
View from the backyard. The moon looked so pretty I just had to capture it. This picture doesn't do it justice. Goodnight. 🌕🌙⭐️ #moon
This photo means the world to me. This is the first time I got to see where my grandparents were laid to rest. I never met them but I've heard stories: my grandpa Lloyd was a tough and mean man, yet he would give the shirt off his back to help a friend or anyone in need. My grandma Arpie was a party animal who could play to boogie-woogie on the piano like nobody's business. She was fun and sweet, and she always dressed up; "there was never one hair out of place." I got emotional as I rubbed my fingers over the letters on their gravestones. Even though they both passed away long before I was born, I still felt connected not only to them but to this state. I'm not kidding when I say my roots run deep here in Tennessee. On my dad's side, my family has been here since the 1790's, and that's only the Routh/Ruth's!
I am saddened I didn't get to meet my grandparents but I know they are with me in spirit and I will never forget this trip to Tennessee, my Daddy's home state.