my beautiful father died last night.
when i was growing up, my pop would work hard every day to provide for us -
his four kids and my mother.
he would come home, slip into his corduroy slippers, and lounge back
in his recliner in the living room. moments later, he'd be snoring softly.
this happened every day for years and years.
it's my favorite memory.
it was a constant and comforting thing that he was home
and peaceful, enjoying his nappy.
i Know he is enjoying his nap now too.
i love you, Pop.
and journey with all our Love.