Pop

My sweet husband said goodbye to his “Pop” for the last time on Valentines Day five years ago.  This holiday always makes me think of the two of them and their strikingly special relationship.  There wasn’t a day that would go by without the two of them spending time together.  The 60 year age gap didn’t make any difference.  Whether working on the car, digging up the septic tank (again), or enjoying a nice steak, they were always together, and happy that way.  Pop wasn’t one to say “I love you,” or write sweet sentiments in a heart shaped card, but he was one of the gentlest and most loving tough-guys I have ever met.  

So, for those of you who remember Pop :  “You’re alright . . . Not half bad”

Happy Valentines Day!