My Pop Pop passed this morning. One of the last conversations he and my mom had was talking about what he would have for dinner in heaven with my Grammy Pat. He said they were just going to have tea and toast. So here’s to you, Pop Pop, hope you’re enjoying that tea and toast. I’ll miss our Sunday mornings at the diner, Mom always said it was the highlight of your week, but it did seem fitting that you went on a Sunday. I miss you and I love you.