I can remember some very early memories of Papa, ones that I don't even know how old I was. I remember sitting down to the table and eating curry for breakfast. I remember getting my own personal "pool"! It also had a second job as a parts wash tub LOL. Those were some really young memories. My favorite story of all time though, was his story of being back home. Now I don't know how much truth and how much drama was put into the story for us, but I treasure the memories. His story was about a kid that went missing and how they would ring a bell for everyone to start beating the long grass looking for a snake, perhaps with the said missing child. Every time I heard the story, the child was saved. The story was amazing to me. It reminded me of The Jungle Book. Papa gave us a taste for culture, a taste of different foods, lifestyles that we could only hear about from him. There are so many memories that I will cherish. Thank you Papa for everything you did for everyone of us. Miss you already.