I can't believe it's been two years. Sometimes it feels like a lifetime ago, but most days it feels like it didn't happen at all. You are still here, up in your room in Calvary, waiting for a visit from us. We'll come at dinner time, and then we'll stay and watch Jeopardy with you, or the sports channel. You and Ray will talk while I rearrange the pictures and cards on your bulletin board. Sometimes I go downstairs to the cafeteria to see if they have the Tomato Soup that you love so much. Ray sits in one of the chairs, I like to sit on the windowsill. When Jayden comes he likes to climb up in the bed with you. He still talks about the time he shared his grilled cheese sandwich with you. And all the times you shared your chicken lunch with him. I can't believe he remembers those things, he was only two. He talks about you a lot, Pop. You know, the day before you passed, he told me that "Pop-Pop is going to Heaven tomorrow" and when I asked him who told him that he said, "Mom-Mom"! I think he has a special connection with you, Pop and with Mom too. I hope he always does.
Do you know how many times a day something will happen, or I'll hear something on the news, and I'll say to myself, "Oh, I have to tell Dad about this when I see him later." It's weird I would feel this way because everything about you leaving felt so right, Pop. And it was such a beautiful moment, such a peaceful, joyful, sorrowful, heartbreaking, wonderful moment. So I don't know why I feel like I'd like to go back to that room sometimes, but I do. I guess somewhere in my mind you are still there, waiting for me to visit. I'm glad it's not like that anymore though, Pop. I like to console myself all the time thinking of the happy reunion you and Mom must have had. I'm imagining the look on Jesus' Face when Mom pushed past Him to run and meet you! I'll bet He got a kick out of her!
Well, I miss you lots, Pop. Mom too.
Happy Anniversary. I know it's silly, but I found a lot of comfort in the fact that you passed on August 18. 8/18 Armstrong Avenue.
Oh, and, Pop, thanks for giving us a little comic relief there at the end, taking about a dozen 'last breaths'! You're the best, Pop! You know, I never had that desperate feeling of "Don't go!" "Don't leave us!" In fact, I felt just the opposite with both you and Mom, as your last breaths drew near I felt at peace with it.
Well, my heart's feeling a little bit lonesome today without you, Pop. But it's also at peace, and I'm glad your trials are over.
I love my life. There is not one person I can think of that I would want to change places with. The older I get the more comfortable I am with myself, and each day makes me more grateful for the Blessings God Has Bestowed on me. Truly, my cup runneth over.