not a day goes by where i don't think about and pray for my poppy. he has the kindest heart and the most gentle hands a man could have, but those hands have worked harder than any hands i know. and they still do. diligently and daily.
i love to listen to his stories. his tales of the war. his tales of his childhood and of life raising a family of seven. he can write stories and poems like no other and always has a smile to share.
my poppy was in the hospital yesterday, but is home safe and sound now. my prayer is that God heals him and continues to use him to light the way for his family. because, to him, his family is everything.
i called my grandfather "poppy" as well. i loved him very, very much! he's been gone from us for 10 years this summer. i miss him terribly...
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