On midnight shift I have a lot of time to think- sometimes too much actually. There aren't many moments that go by that I don't miss my Pop. When I was sitting on the beach last week missing him (he loved the beach and I got to tag along with the grandparents on their beach trips) or when I see something that just reminds me of him- he's always there. Those moments use to make me sad, but I have appreciation for them now because there are those who have never known a grandfather's love and support as I was able to. For that I will be ever greatful.