Papaw Armstrong

"Hey Yank" was the usual greeting I received from my grandfather when I entered Nanny and Papaw's house.  I got this nickname when I moved to Philadelphia and started talking like a "yankee." 

My Papaw was a . . .

veteran who served in the Korean War

baseball lover

hard-working electrician

fiddler (not in the musical sense, but in the, I am going to make this and build that and always have a little project)

puzzle phenom

daily walker (with his "gang" at the mall)

family man

always willing to help 

grandfather who was always there no matter what -  whether going to a ballgame or visiting hundreds of miles away

I have been blessed to have Papaw Armstrong in my life for so long!  I grew up next door to him for 18 years of my life, and then was able to spend this last year back in East Tennessee visiting him regularly again.  I am thankful for the example of faithfulness he showed in "always being there," which reminds me of Christ's promise to always be near to us.

Although I will deeply miss the baseball talk and pop-in visits, I am grateful for the peace that comes with knowing that he is standing in awe before an amazing God.

"May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him 

so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit."

Romans 15:13