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“Where’s Pop”

Julie and I usually spend an hour or so of our Sunday evenings talking with our 4 grandchildren (ages 9, 7, 5, and 3), who live some 300 miles away. They usually call Nana and Pop around 7 pm. One at a time, they get on the phone and tell us whatever is on their mind, from what they want for Christmas, to what home improvement project they’re “helping” Dad with, to how many fish survived the week. They don’t always have a lot to say, and sometimes we have to pry, but we enjoy hearing from them and I now have reasonable proof that they would miss our little conversations. My daughter-in-law lost her mother about 6 months ago. That set of grandparents live abou 45 minutes away, so they see each other much more often. So our little weekly “tweets” are “treats” for all of us.

Last night I was attending an organ recital when they called. By the time I arrived home late in the evening, I’m sure the kids were in bed. Julie told me the kids had called. She said the first thing each of them said was “Where’s Pop?”. Evidently they were mostly satisfied with Julie’s explanation that “Pop went to an organ concert”. After all 4 kids were done, my son got on the phone and told his mother “Thomas wants to talk to you again. He has a concern.” So Thomas (5 years old) got back on the phone. “Nana,” he said. “Where is Pop?? ” with an urgency that seemed to demand a very detailed answer. “Thomas, Pop went to listen to a student play an organ.” She assured him that Pop would be home just about the time he got into bed. Julie was quick to pick up on the fact that Thomas was feeling the loss of his grandmother, probably asking his Mom, Dad, and Grandpa “Where’s Grandma? “.

I’m sure it’s very difficult for any of those kids to accept the reality that Grandma is no longer here in this world, but is in Heaven, with God. Hey! It’s difficult to accept that at ANY age. And it brings to my own mind that at some point they’ll be asking “Where’s Pop?” and “Where’s Nana?”

I think I’m going to call Thomas tonight and let him know I’m home. We’ll both sleep better tonight.


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