Crying

My sister at Poppie's knee, me in his lap.)

Today was my the two year anniversary of my Poppie's death. I was so thankful to be able to spend a part of it with my mother. Crying isn't nearly as cathartic when you do it alone. I wish my sister had been there to join in. She's a great cryer...and a pretty one too... I made a great mess when I cry but not her....her tears roll down her cheeks in perfect droplets...like Demi Moore cried in Ghost.

(My sister with Poppie ...)

I cried today....because I miss my Poppie. And I want so badly to hear his voice again...the raspy crackle, the deep baritone....the slow way he would built into a story...his laugh. I miss him. I wasn't going to to do a post about him today. But without thought I sat down and wrote this ...because some part of me needed to tell the world that on this day my family lost someone they loved. We try not to mourn, to cherish the time we had... but knowing that it has been two years since we last saw a very dearly loved father, grandfather, uncle, brother and friend...that, I think, entitles us to a few tears.

I hope the fishin' is good where you're at, Pops! Miss you.