When I was little, on of my favorite people in the world was my great grandfather, Clarence. To me, he
was always Poppy Pat. 

He passed away at the age of 99, and left me a stack of books. Somewhere along the way, I also got his hat. 

Tonight, I'm hanging out with Poppy, the only way I can these days. Reading his book and wearing his hat. And missing his stories.

Posted by : Kelcey