By Elliot Doomes, October 17, 2019 — I’m thinking of going to Wildwood, NJ for Thanksgiving. I have some family there. I have my daughter, four grandchildren, and two great-grandchildren, three grand daughters, a grandson, and two great-grandsons.. The two youngest ones, they may recognize me, but they really don’t know who I am. I mean, they hear me called “Pop-Pop” but I really don’t think that they understand the significance of that title. They think its just my name. It’s not who I am. I want them to know who I am while there’s still time.
I never met or knew my grandpa and I had very little time with my father. I knew him, but I never got to know him. He passed when I as just about eight years of age. And I often wondered about who he was and what kind of man was he? I was liked by all my grandchildren and both of my grandchildren for who “Pop-Pop” really is. When I visit them, I very seldom hear my name mentioned by them. Although my grandson has my first name as his middle name, and so does his son. Although they know where the name comes from, they really don’t know who that person is. And that’s what I want them to know.
So this holiday visit provides me with the opportunity to spend some me-time with them and perhaps I can create some memories that they can think back on and relate to. I had no such memories in my life and I didn’t have much time with my paw. Although we lived in the same apartment, I only saw him at dinner time. After dinner, hew as preparing at bed for the net workday and the next workday.