My Pop was my hero
He made me laugh
He made me think
He made me proud
He made me want to be a better person
No one had a more exacting, witty humor
He was an astoundingly talented craftsman
And had an inate sense of what was right and good
I like to think that I inherited some of his unique personality traits. But I am sure that I have become a better person by knowing him
I miss him everyday and feel lucky to have such wonderful memories to remember him by. And lucky that he was the father of my mother who embodies all of his gifts and more.
I love you Pop.</b></font><br><br>