My papaw was diagnosed with lung cancer, Mesothilioma, in August 2005. The doctors gave him 6 months to live and he died Tuesday, February 7th. He got this cancer from working in asbestos when he was younger and also smoking cigarettes. He fought in Vietnam for our country. I was at my grandparents house constantly and even after I moved to Knoxville, I visited them frequently. This is because it is a fun place to be and he always had a smile for everyone. He was 63 years old when he died. To the left is a poem from the funeral that says everything best. Below is his obituary with a photo. 
