My Rantings and Other Non-Sensical Thoughts

Grief strikes you at the strangest times. I was upstairs trying to fall asleep & all I could think about was my Pop-Pop. Of course I started crying, so here I am at 1:05am for my therapy.

I remember my Pop-Pop would always say "There's our Chrissy!" when I would walk in their door.

I remember Pop-Pop giving the blessing at our Wedding Reception, even though people in the family said he didn't really like getting up in front of a lot of people. When I asked him if he would do us the honor he said yes without hesitation.

I remember Pop-Pop jogging with my Uncle Joe when I was little.

I remember Pop-Pop drinking beer - his favorite beverage.

I remember Pop-Pop being so strong and saying such nice things about my dad when he passed away.

I remember Pop-Pop being grateful for his family.

My Pop-Pop was one of the friendliest men you'd ever meet. He would talk to anybody, anywhere. He knew how to have a good time and he had a laugh that made you smile even if you were in the worst mood. He will be sorely missed by all of us. I hope he's enjoying a beer with my dad right now.

posted by Chris O. @ 2/20/2005 11:11:00 PM