Memories Of My Poppa

22 years ago today was the saddest of my life. The day my Poppa passed away. He was beside my Daddy the first man I ever loved. This morning on my run I really focused on thinking about him. Of all his grandkids I know we were the closet. He even flew me to his house for the week of my 16th Birthday for a special shopping trip and one on one time with him and my Grandma. He taught me that love doesn't die when someone leaves you due to death or circumstances. He has proved that by popping up in my life with our special symbol ever since he left. Even though he is gone I have always felt him with me. Everybody loved my Poppa. He owned a Bar. He was a people person. I feel I got that trait from him. I love people, I love conversation and I know that is my gift from him. When he passed it came really fast we were told we needed to get to him quickly. In the middle of booking tickets we received the call that it was too late. He was gone.  Even though I was just 18 I carried the guilt of not being there and him being alone. That is until I had my brush with death 7 years ago. Now I know he wasn't alone. There isn't many times I will talk about the details in that hour and half I was unconscious but that hour and half gives me peace on situations like this. I know he wasn't alone in the end. I know in that time he was peaceful and pain free. That finally set my guilt free.