Saturday, November 13, 2021
He was my dad. However, I did not really meet him until I was 36 years old. My son, Channing was 12 when he met his grandfather, better known as Pops to us. My dad had a couple of years with my brother, Jeff before Jeff passed at the age of 40. Pops was devastated to lose Jeff. Unfortunately, I could not keep my Pops attention. He was in my life for a few years then just dropped out. I sent cards, texts, emails and tried to call him. My heart is broken that he is gone. I admired him so much. Judy used to say I was just like my Pops. She called us McCluresteins because we would drive across town to save a penny per gallon on gas.
Imagine the shock when my son, Channing was trying to find Pops to tell him he missed him and instead he found the obituary. I’m sad that no one thought enough of me to notify me of his death. Channing is so upset and hurt.
I will always love my Pops. I look like him, I print like him and I have his intellect. My dad told me I reminded him of his sister Jenny. Life’s journey can be hard, but I remain a joyful overcomer. I love you, Pops.
