I was eleven.
It must have been the end of April.
My aunt had just had my cousin so my Grandma was in Missouri.
My Mom was working.
So it was just me and Papa for church on Sunday.
After church we always went out to eat.
Usually at a sit-down type of place.
So we went, I don't remember where.
After we went and got ice cream.
And then drove around for what seems like hours.
He drove.
We talked.
A lot.
This has always been one of my favorite memories of our time together.
Papa and me time.
That was always my favorite.
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