“Pops”

A friend sent me this image today with the message: 

This reminded me of “Pops”.


Pops is my grandfather, everyone who knew him, knew him only as Pops. He lived his entire life in the same town, of course when he was little it was mostly farms and dirt roads. He was a skilled hard working man and soon was responsible for building many of the houses in town. He built a house for each of his children and a few relatives, soon our family all lived within eight blocks of each other. He was a skilled carpenter and as he grew older his body could no longer handle the vigorous labor. So instead of building he would drive around the town visiting all the new building sites and contractors, he would stop and give advice to the new or even seasoned builders, his expertise and experience was always welcomed. Time had passed and the building slowed along with Pops, the years of hard labor began to catch up with him. He settled into a new routine, he would drive his truck around the neighborhood slowly looking at his past masterpieces, visiting with relatives and neighbors from the comfort of the drivers seat, he would joke that he drove past the local funeral home to see if his name was on the sign yet, he would beep his horn if the windows were open and he wanted to visit, everyone would know it was Pops on his daily drive and would graciously come out and talk with him. His drive was cherished by many but a nuisance to others, you see he would drive very slowly so he didn’t miss anything, the same speed on the busy four lane roads as the side streets (about 20 mph on a fast day) but everyone knew it was Pops and just waved as they patiently passed him or if they spied his Dodge pick up truck ahead they found a new route to their destination, usually only a block or two out of the way. When Pops could no longer be his own navigator, my mom took up the task of taking him on his daily ride. When his name finally appeared on the funeral home board he did one last tour with dozens of cars following behind, all who had the pleasure of knowing Pops and had probably been stuck behind him a time or two.

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