Facebook Timeline reminded me that 7 years ago Grandpop went to the hospital.
It was the beginning of the end.
Two days before it had been Father's Day and Pop had been down on the floor with little Walter crawling around. I was impressed that a man weeks from turning 90 could still get on the floor like that. He had been out in the yard working, his pants hiked up around his skinny waist.
Soon he would be gone. There would be a vacuum.
A vacuum that still exists 7 years without him.
I miss his stories.
I miss his smell.
I miss his squishy hands.
Honestly, it still baffles me that after 7 years the missing him hasn't really faded.
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