POPS' DROPBOX

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Pappaw was the name we called him by. He worked the earth and he trusted in the sky. Robert Coleman Hunt was my granddad who lived to the age of 98. He was a cotton farmer who ate eggs & bacon and drank bottled coke every day. And....he's still alive (in our hearts and in our minds).

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There'd be good times and bad , happy and sad times , but at no time did my parents lose their love. They set the bar and left a legacy of love for their children and grand children after 67 years together. Thanks Pappaw and Mammaw.

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Tre Austin Mayes is the third child of my third child. We are simpatico throughout eternity. Just reach out and call my name at any time. I will be there without delay.

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I always knew that you would come around, so, I saved a corner of my heart for you. Paisley June Mayes is the first child of my oldest son and she is a beautifully woven fabric . Yes, I always held on to the possibility of Miss Paisley.

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He's a big boy and he's got his great Pappaw's name. I see my son when looking in his eyes. Yes, Kenneth is my first grandson and so, he has baseball in his veins. Game on!

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Ella crawled right into my life from the moment I first saw her chipmunk cheeks. They reminded me of her mother, my oldest child, Elizabeth and a more beautiful, athletic and strong willed child there has never been. Pops needs a hug!

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All that I am now, I owe to Genevieve Garcia Mayes. She gives me the strength to follow through. For 44 years, we have shared a beautiful life. Each day is a blessing and we thank God for our journey together.

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Analia, my first grandchild, is beautiful beyond description. Every grandparent remembers when they were told the news. It changes everything. And, yes, you do count the toes!

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I keep just a step or two behind. Trying awful hard to stay in line. Kenneth Orville Mayes was the example every son and grandson could look up to. He has paved the way and his footsteps continue to lead us.

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Nothing more for her to do at last. Mama's finally going home. Tommie June Hunt Mayes, my mother, was a Lamesa Tornado from West Texas who was known as Mammaw to her 9 grandchildren. Raising children in Abilene and spoiling grandchildren in Conroe, she and Pappaw set the standard and their legacy will live forever. She's finally going home.