Pop. 22 years old.
I miss him every day.
Yesterday we went to the parade downtown, saw good friends, and watched my sister's boyfriend perform with the Marching Chiefs.
A few years ago I had the pleasure of being Rosie the Riveter and riding in an amazing WWII jeep - I even carried a small photo of Pop with me!
I'm not sure about a lot of things, but if there's an "up there" for him to be, he's definitely there. Probably wondering why I don't polish my pots and pans more than I do and scolding me for wearing yoga pants on a Wednesday afternoon.
Thank you to everyone for your service.