popo

Still thinking a lot about how much my life has been affected by other people. Especially about "people who have this power to communicate something of their aliveness in such a way that it is part of our aliveness still."

And I was reminded of how much I have been influenced by a man who feels more like a dream to me. My Popo (my mom's father) passed from this life when I was five. I only have a few memories of him, but I have recently realized how close he is to me even still. I know it was from this ultra-charismatic, Harley-riding, fun-loving man that I inherited my love for people, my delight in children, and a fondness for volkswagons.

Thank you, Popo. I love you still.