Friday, August 16, 2013
Pop was technically my step-grandfather, but that didn't matter to either of us. He was my poppy, showing me how to make wood crafts in the shed and putting together "Newfie rock bands" out of beach rocks. Every year I'd help him put up the Christmas lights in the trees outside the house. There are a lot of fond memories that will never be forgotten. Thanks, Pop. You'll be missed.
