My Mamaw was a warm hug, a quiet giggle, a breakfast for dinner sort of lady. She was a believer, a supporter, a cheerleader and I will miss her gentle smile everyday. I was so lucky to have grown up an acorn surrounded by tall oaks that she planted of herself and watered with her own blood, sweat and tears, a literal Giving Tree. I only heard stories and had to imagine how difficult life was for my family starting out. I never actually saw for myself or experienced the hardship because Freda Mae Chapman, my Mamaw, worked so hard and gave so much that these massive oaks around me grew so big and so strong that I have never wanted for anything. I am blessed beyond measure by the buoyancy of her love and the strength of her character through which she created and carried our family. I am grateful for the time I had with her, though it never was nor will it ever be enough. Until we meet again, Mamaw, don't forget to be silly up there, indulge that sweet tooth without consequence and be sure to sing so loudly that we can hear you all the way down here. Love you so very much.