Jack.

January 9th, 2011.

Poppa,

It's hard to imagine it has been six years since I have seen your face.

I see you reflected in my mother's laugh and loving ways.

Your eyes, are hers as well, with their glittery blue shine and troublesome glint.

Thank you for giving her to me.

I feel your hand upon my shoulder when I wish upon a falling star, or on my birthday candles, or on a lucky horseshoe.

Tim Hortons coffee does not taste the same since you left.

I still never win on scratch tickets...you always got the good ones.

I know I will never again hear your laugh, with its rises and falls of a gently crashing ocean tide.

I hope I make you proud.

I live my life in a dream of becoming even half as glorious as you.

You shape and mold my life, daily.

I miss you, and I love you.

Rest in Peace Poppa.