Pops

Last night I had a dream that I spoke to my "Pops" who was my father's father. He passed away when I was about 7 or so, so I didn't get to know him well and I unfortunately don't have many memories of him. In the dream he was laying down in a bed at my grandmother's old house, he was wearing a hospital gown and was hooked up to an IV.  I was standing by the bed and Pops was holding my hand. He was talking to me, but I can't remember what he was saying. While standing by the bed and listening, I was openly weeping and gripping his hand tightly. I hope he was telling me that he loves me and is proud of me. I wish I would have gotten to know my Pops better, I wish he was still here and could meet my Ryan and his great grandchildren.


The few memories I have of my Pops are random. I remember playing outside and somehow cutting open my toe, my Pops doctored it up and comforted me while I was crying. I also remember being in he and my grandma's basement watching TV while I sat on his lap. We were eating Ritz crackers with cheddar bacon dip on them. Everyone also said that one of his favorite snacks was Ritz crackers with butter. I also remember him opening Christmas gifts one year. He was opening a gift in a box, when he opened the box, there were a ton of those packing peanuts inside. He thought it would be hilarious to start throwing them at us and it was.

Family is just so important to me and I always wanna make my family proud and do the most with my life, which they have given me. I'm so proud to be a part of both sides of my family, I'm so lucky to have landed where I did.