What Did I Expect

I miss my Poppy… I never lost someone who I spoke with frequently. I still have his number and picture saved in my favorites. It feels like he’s somewhere he can’t take calls. Some days, I forget he’s gone and the world feels softer, like when he was around cracking jokes and spreading wisdom. Other days, I wonder about his friends and consider calling them. I don’t.

Today, yesterday, and tomorrow I wish I could call him and tell him all the things. He actively listened, sometimes he’d even research what I said and get back to me.

I’m struggling.

He’s usually the person I call when my heart is broken.

Frazier and my dad were lifelong nemesis. In the end, his cousin loved him deeply.