Happy Father’s Day, Pops!
I have a second dad. He’s always encouraged me, and sometimes he even
nags me just a bit, but he usually does it with a sense of humor. He’s
always walked the walk when he told me to go to school, buckle down
and finish my degree. During the time I’ve known him he did just that
himself and is now a vice president of a large company with enormous
responsibilities and the respect of his peers.

I met him when I was sixteen and dating his stepson. My mom was his
stepson’s English teacher. My mom and his stepson both passed away
unexpectedly within three weeks of each other when I was only
seventeen. My mom had been sick. His stepson had not, but both losses
left me empty.

They adopted me….Pops and his wife….in every way but legally when
they could have just easily and understandably turned inwardly to
focus on their own grief. My father was extremely grateful for the
parenting back up since he was grieving himself and feeling quite
lost.
Pops and his wife wanted me to move in with their family and made sure
my head was on straight when they kicked me out next year (sending me
straight to the dorms and my freshman year of college at the local
university.) When senior year rolled around and I was living beyond my
means, I moved back in for a year. Of course then I got a job and my
first apartment and moved out (but not without a little parental
prodding to send me on my way and make sure I was okay.)

Pops and his wife (she’s my second mom, but today is about Pops,
although I’ll definitely tell her story one day) have always been
there for the heartaches and the triumphs. When my grandparents died,
when my father died…. they were there…. When I was crowned Miss
Deaf Tennessee they were cheering loudly, and I’m pretty sure they had
their hands in the air along with the rest of the crowd. Graduation
day? Their relief and pride were beyond words.

I eventually moved to Texas to “see the world”. I became quite
independent. A few years later when I told them I was getting married,
Pops first question….”Who’s giving you away?” They gave me the
wedding of my dreams, and Pops did just what he wanted to do for years
and years… He gave me away. Of course I’ve always found my way back
home to Pop’s house over the years. Now I just take a husband, a
stepdaughter, and son with me. The kids call him Poppy, and they adore
him too.

Happy Father’s Day, Pops!
I love you!
Michelle
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