Sometimes you get dealt a good hand. My dad struggled with alcholism for years. But everyone loved him. He never really knew how to get a grip on his mental, something I still struggle with to this day. I have always cherished my dad. I am writing this post a few years after he died, but will post it with his date of departure for my own OCD. Pops was a good dude. He really did provide a good base for the fam. If he only believed in himself more he would have gotten more out of life… I saw some sprinkles of that possibility, they fell flat, but I’m not mad at him for that. He did better then his dad, and I’m trying to be better then mine.. I guess that is the circle of life if done right. So props to you Pops, for giving me this life and having a lot of fun. I miss you everyday, and wish you could have met my kids. Wendell is just over a week old as I write this. I love you always, and miss you. Take care ol Man.. RIP