I told you I was terrible at remembering birthdays. I've been keeping an eye on the calendar trying to make sure I don't mess around and miss my sister's birthday (November 14th....November 14th....November 14th...) then Popoo's messes around and sneaks up on me. I still would've have forgotten it if I didn't get a message from Auntie reminding me of it.
I've been making it a habit to keep the photo albums to the right to a fairly small number. As certain ones get older, I remove them from the sidebar altogether. Otherwise, that list of photo albums would span the entire sidebar. Someday I may activate them all again just to make all of my photos available to everyone that's missed them. Yeah, because I'm sure there are just a huge number of folks that can't wait to see my old photos.
Anyway, the one photo album that I've kept up there for two years now has been Popoo's 90th Birthday Celebration. It is my way to maintain an homage to my grandfather. Subscribing to that old theory that folks should get their roses while they are still alive to smell them. I know Popoo doesn't get on the internet that often if he does at all. However, any and everyone that comes to my site can still see it and still see how much he is revered and loved.
In addition, it helps me remember that even after Popoo hit that milestone, he's still going strong. I hear stories at work everyday about these folks that have parents in their 90s, 80s and seven some in their 70s that are struggling. Some are in nursing homes, some are in hospices, some are on their last leg. Here I am having a grandfather kicking it at 92 that is still jetting around town with a schedule more hectic than some folks half his age. Like Auntie Ann told me, there's been plenty of times she'll go to KC and find he's hard to catch up with. He's supposed to be taking it easy, but he's just too busy to do that.
It's gotten to the point now where I can't even imagine what it would be like to have Popoo around. It's selfish to think so, but I really don't want to imagine it. The one thing that should always remain constant is when I go down to Kansas City he and Grandma will always be at that same house in the Quindaro neighborhood. I'm not ignorant enough to realistically think that would always be the the case, but it sure would be nice. Even if he won't always be there, he'll always be with me.
