Voices for change

My wise teacher~ My Pop💜

Hi Pop, I read something today that made me wish you were still here. I always do, but a young boy “George” has come to heaven to learn how to plant and build things with you now, something you never got to teach my child. I wish I could have taken that nasty octopus out of your brain, letting you stay as the leader of our family, if even selfishly long enough to meet my child. With every smell of sawn wood, every bite of fresh fruit, I think of you xox