I grew up calling my maternal grandfather “Poppy” or “Pop,” my grandmother “Nanny” or “Nan.”

Now that I’m home again (brief break between funerals), I wanted to post some photos. Aside from one old shot, I only have photos of the Pop I knew.

In his youth:

Not sure what year, but whatever it was, it was a really long time ago!

late 1986/early 1987:

Pop and me. He was 74 here.
(I can tell because had bad 80s layers in the photos from his 75th birthday.)

1993:

Nan and Pop at Christmas.

2001:

Nan and Pop at our wedding.

Ever since he hit 90, if you asked him how he was, he’d tell you he was tired. At least now he can rest.

Goodbye, Pop. We’ll miss you!