Memories

Oddly this is the image that reminds me the most of Pop Pop. I still miss him.

I remember right after you died I realized that my family needed to be cared for so I continued to care fro them and couldn't take care of my own emotions. Yet that was the night that the smell of death permeated the house, seemed to stick to every fiber of clothing and every ounce of the walls. I walked through the house after everyone had gone to bed, and I remember that my hands walked through these pots and pans hanging on the wall the most palatable version of yourself through that. You were and incredible cook, taught me everything I know and I still can't make that damm sandwich like you could. I miss you grandpa, Pop Pop.

We never got along we were oil in a hot pan, didn't get along until the year before you died. Now only the second time coming to your home since you died and I walked in and saw these pans and my heart ached. Remembering the night that my hands walked across them and reminded me of you. It reminded me of you and it hurt.