Monday marked the death anniversary of my Pop Pop. September 27, 2004 I got the phone call from my Mom. He had been in the hospital and it was just a matter of time.
It's funny the things we remember. A ring tone. A certain word.
I remember the ringtone of my cell phone that morning. In fact I deleted it because when I heard it I would cry. That phone is long gone, the memory is not.
I remember my Pop Pop saying, Yorkie Yorkie when he would see our little dog Ben. I can still hear him say it.
I remember him saying, "Pregnant, I'm not pregnant" from a commercial he saw and got the biggest kick out it.
I remember his soft hands.
I remember his thin silver hair.
My Mom bought a birthday card for him to give to me. He signed it before he died. I take it out every year and put it with my other cards.
I remember his corny jokes. What I would give to hear him tell me one more.
I remember the way he would order a pizza. It wasn't something we did often but I can still hear him say, "Get a Pie".
I remember playing Super Mario Bros. with him. Oh yes, and getting the extra lives on the one level. He loved it.
I remember eggrolls, raspberry jelly rings and going for ice cream.
I remember walking with him to the deli.
I wish he could have been there when Bart and I got married. Physically there.
I wish he could have held Nina in his arms. Just once. Just one moment.
I miss him so very much.
Love you Pop Pop.
