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Bella Robertson Mayo Remembers Her “Papaw” Phil Robertson at 79 In a tender tribute, Bella Robertson Mayo is honoring the memory of her beloved “papaw,” Phil Robertson, who passed away at the age of 79. With words filled with both sorrow and gratitude, Bella recalled the laughter, faith, and steadfast love that marked her grandfather’s life. She is not alone in her grief — across the Robertson family, voices have risen to share stories and prayers, painting a portrait of a man whose influence stretched far beyond his own home. Their tributes remind fans that while Phil is gone, his legacy of faith and family will endure.

Introduction A GRANDFATHER’S LEGACY — BELLA ROBERTSON MAYO REMEMBERS HER “PAPAW” PHIL ROBERTSON AT 79...

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