Wednesday, March 9, 2022
To Poppy, Well I guess not so many people use this anymore. I don't know what made me think to find you on here, but i guess i had just been thinking about you alittle more these days. I never got to say goodbye to you. But when i was training for the army at the time, you made me want to keep going. It wasn't easy, i can tell you that. I remember getting the news and just wanting to hug you one last time. I knew why i was there. I seen pictures of you and i wanted to follow in your footsteps. I remember us moving you out of your woodstown house all that summer and occasionally stopping at wawa and you'd ask me if i wanted a coffee and asking if i wanted to help you scratch lottery tickets. I remember that trip you took me and andy to cape may and you walked all the way up on that lighthouse, although im not sure how you did it. You were subborn and tough. That jelly you taught me how to make and we made a mess in dads kitchen. When i got in honors society and we had to give a rose to the person we looked up to and you couldn't make it that night because you weren't feeling good, so i when i got home i gave it to you and i remember your face lighting up. I looked up to you. Not only as my grandpop but as a role model and someone i wanted to be. I hope to find a man like you one day. Hard working and strong. Before i left for training you would start to tell me how much you appreciated the little things and how dad took you in and gave you that apartment. He says there's not many that would do that for their dad. You would always tell me how he was a good guy and how much you loved him, although I'm sure sometimes you thought you were just in the way. I miss you pops. I know you're in such a better place right now, but it keeps getting crazier down here and every day i don't forget about you. It won't be long til i see you again. We all miss you down here. Not a day goes by that i wish i could have one last talk with you. I try not to cry but sometimes i can't help it. The chickens are good, hawks are still a pain in the butt but there's no one anymore to spray them with the hose, something i miss watching out my window. I got a feeling i'll see you soon. Everything here is getting crazier and revelations is untelling itself as we speak. Just wanted to catch up. Miss you poppy.
