66. Night, Pops
Here’s a story from when I was four or five years old. My grandmother was looking through old family photos and asking me who the people were. We got to a picture of my grandfather, and even though I’d never met him, she asked me who he was. Just as a joke I guess. My answer chilled her to the bone. I said, “Pop poppy Jim!”
She asked me how I knew that, I told her, “Oh, he comes and tucks me in and tells me he loves me sometimes after you go to bed.”