2 years ago today, my Grandpa Stacy died. I never got to meet him, but my parents tell me that I was sent to them from him. (Apparently my mom got pregnant with me on his birthday.) Anyway, every year for Opening Day Fishing, my Papa and his friends went to Baker Lake and camped and fished. This is what he was doing when he died. It's very comforting for my mommy and my aunt and uncles to know that he died doing what he loved. He died from complications to Diabetes. My Papa always told his kids that he wanted his ashes to be spread at Baker Lake so that's what they did. Almost 30 people went up there that May day and camped and took their boats out in the middle of the lake to spread them. It was a perfect day.
For those of you who don't know, this is where my name came from. Everyone that knew my Grandpa says what a tribute to him this is....I couldn't agree more. :) We hope you like Heaven, Papa Stacy and we think about you and miss you everyday. We Love You!
Love, Baker T
Oh yeah and I am 3 months old today! (well, kinda, since there isn't a 31st of April, we're celebrating today!)
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