2005-10-07 - 6:55 p.m.
Pop-Pop
It’s his birthday today, and my sister just mouthed happy birthday for me over the phone since he’s deaf, and he asked: how old am I anyway? 68! Ya old Man!
He doesn’t know it but we have a party going on this Sunday. Uno, Monopoly, Sorry! There will be game playing, and I’m looking forward to it.
I never loved Pop-Pop as much as I do now until after my mother died. I don’t think I really appreciated him. He’s hard, but oh he’s good.
Happy Birthday Pop-Pop
You have been good to me, and I love you.
