As I was going through older pieces of writing over the past few years, I stumbled upon a letter that I read at my Pop Pop's wake in May of 2013. I find myself thinking of him often lately, so I wanted to share my account of living with him and getting to know him not only as my grandfather, but as a wonderful man. I hope you enjoy. May 2013 How to begin writing about a man of ninety years? How to reflect on the fortunate account of a hurricane forcing one out of their home a

The relationship we have with our parents is probably the most vacillating connection we have with any other person throughout the course of our lives. We go through stages of admiring and needing them to neglecting and leaving them. They’ve happily played all the roles: the caretaker, the devotee, the knower-of-all-things, the coach, the discipliner and the overly rash. They willfully sign up for any role they’re given and do their best in fulfilling their duty as the loved