My Poppy...

Its been over 8 years since my grandpa left this earth.  It was probably one of the hardest things I had to deal with as a young adult.  He was the one that was always in my corner, always believed in me, made me feel like I was worth something.  He was my poppy!  I lived miles and miles away, and yet I had a better relationship than my grandparents that lived in the same town as me.  To me it was so unexpected, I really didnt know how sick he really was, and to this day I am kind of glad of that.  See I was able to enjoy talking to him with out the worry of wondering how he was really doing.  I guess it also showed that I really did enjoy chatting with him.  Even if it was just on instant messenger!  

If you were to ask his children about him, they would probably describe him as a grumpy man, I didn't see him that way, maybe he was just different around me, or maybe I brought out the best in him ;)  (thats what I want to think)  

On 11/23 was my Poppy's birthday, and I thought of him a lot that day, although lately I have been thinking about him a lot more than usual.  I guess I just wish that he was able to see me become a mother, and meet my children (even though I know they would have drove him mad!)  I know that he still watches over us, and that he is the one that is still in my corner helping me through rough times.  

To my poppy, Thank you for showing me that I am important, and that I can do what I put my mind too!  You believed in me when others didn't, and never questioned any of my dreams or goals no matter how big or small they were!