TUESDAYS WITH PAPPO: "On Sunday"

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Tuesdays With Pappo.....on SUNDAY!!!

Tuesdays With Pappo: Happy Pappo Day!!

 Happy Pappo Day!

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My father has lived a lot of life in his 97 years....

He grew up the eldest of 5 kids.....poor.....and with a heart and mind of an entrepreneur.

He was in the Army before it was called the "Army".....been a pilot and owned his own plane.....worked in Saudi Arabia in the oil fields.....retired from a company after many years and then started his own company.....

He has lived a LOT of life in his short 97 years......

And today, as his youngest child of three, I want to THANK HIM for his sacrifice....for the long hours working the night shift to pay for my private school....for teaching me the things he knew I needed to learn to have a successful life.....and grounding my foundation by teaching me about Jesus.

He is a good man......difficult at times....contrary at times.....and yes, stubborn at times.....but those pale in comparison to the sacrifice and stability he gave his family. I will never stop thanking God for giving me Jim Calloway (JC) as my Dad.

Happy Pappo Day, Pappo!!!

Tuesdays With Pappo: A Different Kind Of Thursday

 A Different Kind of Thursday

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When I walked into his room on Thursday, he wasn’t in his usual spot. Instead of his well-worn leather chair, he was sitting in the roll-around desk chair, turned toward the door like he’d been waiting. It was a small change, but it felt big to me. And I have to admit—it was good to see him somewhere new.

“We’re shaking things up today,” I said with a smile.

Instead of our usual booth at Braum’s, we took a short drive down the road to Mr. Jim’s Pizza. It wasn’t the smoothest outing, however. We wrestled with flies, tried to cut the pizza with a spoon (thankfully, Dad’s pocketknife saved the day as they had no knives in the restaurant), and laughed at the craziness of it all. But as we settled in and he sipped his Diet Coke, the conversation turned reflective—like it so often does with him.

He spoke of his longing to move back to Garland—his home for 63 years. A place where life had been easy and good. A place where home felt, well.....like home.

Then he asked a question that caught me off guard:

“What would you like most for me, at this time in my life, Softie?”

I didn’t have to think. “I want more than anything for you, Pappo, at the age of 97, to look “forward” instead of “backward.”

He did the old JC-head-tilt and looked at me, curious.

“You’re in the home stretch now,” I continued gently. “And more than anything, what your Softie wants is for you to face the rest of your story with Hope. Hope for a bright future! Like a man on a long, hard road trip, you’re close to turning that final corner. And just ahead? Home.”

Not Garland. But Heaven.

“Think about it,” I said. “No more walkers. No more hearing aids. No more glasses. And best of all—you’ll see Jesus— with His arms wide open, ready to give you that bear hug He promised. Remember that moment? When you first believed? When you decided to follow Him? That’s what’s waiting for you, Pappo—eternity...real life, the kind that never ends."

He looked down, silent. Then gave that Pappo-slight-head-tilt of his—his quiet way of saying everything, without saying a word:

“I hope so, Softie,” he whispered. “I hope so.”

I grabbed his strong hand, just as I have for 65 of my own years, and gave it a squeeze.....

“I KNOW so, Pappo", I know so.