My grandfather, Papa, Jeffery “Chief” Perry died a week ago today.  Yesterday was his funeral, and I spoke these words at his service.     The fact that people wanted to let Papa know how much he meant to them while he was still living, speaks volumes about him. The band wanted to honour him with a plaque, the Historical Society with a music room named after him. People visited from far and wide while he was in hospital and later in the nursing home. In all of the long days since he had to leave his home on the hill, “Perry’s Place”, no day went by without a family member or ten coming by to see him. None of this was due to…