A Poem for Popop.

Dear Popop,

As I see it, the angels wanted you home. 

They probably missed your warm generosity, the way your laugh made people feel lifted, or the gentleness of your listening. 

Yes, as I see it, heaven needed a strong soul, who traveled the world, learning and teaching. One who loved enthusiastically. 

But that's ok, because that will all stay with me. 

Dear Popop,

Besides that, you have also taught me how to make a mean pot of oatmeal, how to properly dress a salmon dish and how to appreciate every... bone... in the chicken. 

Am I your bubellah or kindellah? That's ok, I'll take both. 

I don't listen to classical music, look at a world map or read a thoughtful article without thinking of you, Popop. 

Thank you for sharing your love with me and so much more.

Love always,

Leah