Just finished talking with “J.”

She told me that “Poppee” (who was like a grandmother to our kids) her husband was killed in WWI. 

She never spoke about him.

I still have guilty feelings about not doing more for her.

We lived on a steep hill.

I could have taken her to the Church of the Open Door and arranged to meet her after services and driven her home.

I could have helped her with her shopping.

I didn’t.

To Betty and me she was family.

When we moved west, we never saw her again. 

She died in her sleep.

Good, sweet “Poppee.”

Our family will never forget her.

Sweet dreams “Poppee” (mucho love)


P.S. Neither of our kids ever forgot “Poppee.” She loved them as if they were her children.

P.P.S. I have few regrets in my life. One was not doing more for “sweet Poppee.”

(August 15, 2022)

Author: Morrie Markoff

Centenarian (born in 1914) who lives in Los Angeles, and is also a metal sculpture artist and the Author of "Keep Breathing," available on Amazon.com and other book seller sites.