Lessons from Pawpaw Bill

By the fire with Pawpaw Bill. The sparks would dance, the night stood

still. He'd speak of days when life was lean. Hard dirt roads

and fields of green. His voice was low, his words were

few. But every one of them rang true. He showed me

how to be a man, with calloused hands and a steady plan.

Taught me love's not just a word to say. It's the way you live every

day. Pawpaw Bill, I hear you still. By the fire

on this hill. He'd never tell of the war he'd seen, but his silence