Pop-pop

by Becca   May 4, 2006


I was his princess and he was my Pop-Pop,
there was never a dull moment when he was around,
memories cloud my dreams of birthdays, christmases, and vacations that were so dear to me.
he bought me my first dog, rocked me to sleep when i was a baby, taught me all he knew about baseball, and held me tight when I'd cry. Cancer was the last thing i was expecting to happen to him. he suffered for 4 years and when i thought he was getting better,
he died quietly in the night and i never got to say goodbye.

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