Today I am remembering saying goodbye to pop.
I am remembering all the family being together and sharing tears but also laughter.
I am remembering the stress and struggle of that period and how eventually we all made it through.
I am feeling incredibly grateful for the love and support from so many at that time.
Mostly I am remembering Pop. He was funny (not always intentionally), smart, a gifted speaker, a man with high expectations and a soft heart. He was the best hugger in the universe and immensely loved his kids, grandkids, and great grandkids. He adored mom and showed that love daily in so many little and big ways. He set an example for us and if in the end we turn out to be okay humans it's largely because of him.
I'm grateful to feel his loving and guiding energy with me every single day.
To Pop: you never left, you merely changed the way you stayed.
I miss your physical presence,
Love always,
Weesa, Poof, Poofertje, Okpik, Poes, and all the other names you used to call me :)
My three kids with their Opa on his 90th birthday
Mom, Pop, and Paul
Mom and Pop on their honeymoon
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