nmsoonergirl
4/21/2008, 09:55 AM
Papa Singleton died early last Tuesday morning. I spent the night in his hospital room that night, so I was with him when it happened. Although he had been sick and dependent on peritoneal dialysis for 7 years, it never really slowed him down. He had season tickets to the football games for 25 years, and went to damn near every Women's Basketball and Softball games for as long as I can remember. It was hard for him to get around, and he couldn't stand up during the games, but I promise you that no one around him was cheering any louder than he was. He could rattle the roof with his "BOOMER SOONER"
In addition to being the most decent and gentle person I've ever known, he served in WWII in Greenland and Phillipines, taught school throughout Oklahoma (Calvin, Atwood, Sterling, Amber and Midwest City to name a few), and coached girl's basketball at quite a few of those places, was a former deacon of his church , and taught me everything I know about the importance of family (he and Mema were married 66 years), catching and frying catfish, and growing a decent tomato. He loved God, family, and Oklahoma and had a very healthy disdain for all things longhorn and cowboy (I once sent him to a very good neurologist who happened to go to undergrad at OSU, and he gave me hell about that for years:) ). We buried him in his favorite OU polo.
I'm back in Albuquerque today, so if you have time to say a little prayer or a "BOOMER SOONER" for Papa and the family, I'd sure appreciate it.
In addition to being the most decent and gentle person I've ever known, he served in WWII in Greenland and Phillipines, taught school throughout Oklahoma (Calvin, Atwood, Sterling, Amber and Midwest City to name a few), and coached girl's basketball at quite a few of those places, was a former deacon of his church , and taught me everything I know about the importance of family (he and Mema were married 66 years), catching and frying catfish, and growing a decent tomato. He loved God, family, and Oklahoma and had a very healthy disdain for all things longhorn and cowboy (I once sent him to a very good neurologist who happened to go to undergrad at OSU, and he gave me hell about that for years:) ). We buried him in his favorite OU polo.
I'm back in Albuquerque today, so if you have time to say a little prayer or a "BOOMER SOONER" for Papa and the family, I'd sure appreciate it.