i miss him. i can't remember his voice as clearly as i want to. i lie in bed and i remember so many things about him. mostly from my childhood. oddly, the more recent things are blurrier than the very old. but his voice, i just can't remember it. i long to hear him tell the jokes and stories that we always loved to hear. we joked about how often he told us the same things, but we loved to hear them. i don't have a single bad memory of Poppy.


i pray your memories are clear and happy.