Dad

When I asked Nana what her favorite memory of Dad was, she began by telling me about a memory of Popi. I know she was a little confused and at first that made me sad. But in the days since then, I have smiled about it. Some part of me reminded her so much of Daddy or maybe Aunt Becky, that was how she was thinking. I am honored by that. Both of them love deeply and intensely. And particularly in the recent days, I am blessed to be called a child of my father....