Pop-Pop

My Pop-Pop is one of my favorite guys in the world. He's funny, kind, goofy, gentle, and sooo loving. He never fails to put a smile on my face. He's a die-hard Phillies and Eagles fan. He never misses a game and always sports his Phillies hat. I just love so many little silly things about him... like the fact that he hides stashes of candy in his room so people can't take them or the crazy stories he tells us when we visit him about the crazy old people who live in the same building as him and his silly sarcastic personality. I love the way he tells me he's proud of me when I tell him about school, the high fives and hugs he gives me, and the way he tells me he loves me.
I wish I could be with him and my family more than anything in the world right now. See, my Pop has been pretty sick off and on, in and out of rehabilitation centers, and in our hospital's assisted living home for a few years now. My mom called me earlier this week to let me know that he was admitted to the hospital with an infection and a few minutes ago my dad called me to let me know that it's not looking like he will make it through the night. My heart is hurting and I long to be with him tonight. He's been a big part of my life for twenty years and it's hard to imagine it without him.