I have not ever said this BUT ive want Goulash SO BAD the last two days (i used to hate it i ate it so much as a kid) it made me realize it reminds me of my grandpas and it also made me realize even though he wasn’t my blood I had truly lost one..
from the first time meeting him the smell of them giant fat cigars when his loud voice scared me, to a time when almost every time i think of my childhood was at his house.. from him popping homade popcorn, to teaching me to take a flatbed off a truck, to looking worms to go fishing, riding the side by side with Shorty for something to do, even him teaching me and Leah to peel potatoes and radishes, to the time he met my son in the front yard.. the name MeatHead will always remind me of Popps and that house will always hold a special place in my heart but even more the memories though they weren’t all good I’ll always hold onto all off them the same..
You were an amazing grandpa and you were loved and respected my so many, those halls will never be the same without your holler, the living room will never be the same without your M.A.S.H or NCIS playing, September will feel empty without a phone call to you for Veterans Day or a happy birthday, the mudruns won’t feel the same without the sight of your side by side on the hill watching over with shorty in the passenger seat, life won’t feel the same without you I am forever grateful you got to meet Walker and that we got to make the memories that we did in the time we had. I love you Popps/ Grandpa Don you are forever missed and never forgotten🙏🏼❤️‼️