I am writing now while it’s still fresh in my head. My oh my. You would’ve been so proud of everyone tonight. Well maybe everyone but me. Haha. The clan really outdid themselves. Lisa brought the desserts, Dad got enough food from Folcroft Pizza to feed a small army, he got treats like you did, he even had gifts for the birthday boys and girls. I made an effort to go see Aggie….talk to her about seeing Mr. and Mrs. Sibbett. Mr. Sibbett telling me more dirty jokes in 30 mins than I heard the last 20 years. Mrs. Sibbett telling me, “Bawbee…you’ve been on some adventures…you’re always going somewhere, but we are glad you’re back…” Me seeing Erica and her husband, Mark DeVaco, who I always enjoyed talking to. We had a great time. For first time in a long time, I felt back…with people not being blood. Sunday morning I picked up Pop. We learned some folks in the family were sick. We talked. Then we locked ourselves out. I walked around front and thankfully Steven was literally standing right there on the threshold and my worries were washed away. I didn’t really deliver it the best way cause he really got worried that something happened to Pop, but I just said he forgot his keys, his hat, and kane. Me and Steven talked about their great meal at Texas Roadhouse. Then I went and got Pop. I kept him waiting  I guess a few mins too long. I opened the door and said how you doing? He said, cold! Hahahahhaha. We got going. I was putting our names into the Aston Diner list. This man behind the woman says, “don’t let him in.” It was Matt and Harper. It really just added to my day. Harper is such a little love bug and I knelt down and just hugged her and laughed. It was like we were in our own world. It was just great to see them. Me and Pop proceeded to our table and prayed for everyone and then ate. Talked about everything. I will have to do another entry for our xmas at 988 in a bit. I want to end with what I heard Pop say. I don’t know what I even asked him….I don’t even know what I said that made him come out with it, but I will remember it for the rest of my life.


“I hope Nanny is alright. I miss her. I miss her. I’m supposed to be with her.” I stood in the kitchen, the lights were off, I was at the counter, silent. 



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