Pop

Abby and I went on a lunch date last weekend. She sat there looking out at the ocean for several minutes, contemplating something. Finally she said, "Mom, please don't laugh at me or think this is silly, but whenever I look at the sea I think of Pop.".
This is where I try not to break down into tears in the middle of a cafe. I said, "Oh sweetheart, that's not silly at all. That's wonderful. I think that's Pop's way of reminding you that he loves you and is watching over you."

This next Saturday will mark two years since his passing. We miss
him. But thanks to his grandkids and that beautiful sea, Pop is ever in our hearts.