I wish that every kid could have a grandpa (Pop) like mine. He made my world a little softer, a little kinder, and a little warmer. He just knew how to make me feel like the smartest, prettiest, and most loved little girl in the world... even into my 40s. Pop loved to share anecdotes, tall tales, and too many awful jokes with a twinkle in his eye and a sly smile on his handsome face. My son, Cody, recently wrote an essay in his American History class about Pop and his experiences in WWII. Pop told my son that the Navy was not his first choice of military branches, but when he was at the military recruiting station a Navy Lieutenant told Pop, “Son, you'd look good in a sailor suit.” Jack agreed that he would and began his military career in the Navy. When Pop spoke of his photography schooling at Anacostia Naval Air Station in Washington DC, he said it was a good school and the training was helpful, but he was “bitterly disappointed. Mrs. Roosevelt never called or invited him to tea.” Pop spoke of his time on the island of Hawaii where he stayed at the luxurious Royal Hawaiian Hotel while attending gunnery school, photo interpretation school, and numerous survival-training classes. He jokingly said, “Then they sent me to Okinawa to see if I could survive.” Well, he did and my son and I are so proud of his service to our country. Pop made it clear to my son that Pearl Harbor is why he enlisted, despite many stateside naval job offers, he chose to fight overseas with his brothers, and God was with him during WWII. Jack said, “I had faith. I felt like, no matter what happened, it was OK. I had a reputation for being quite brave, but it wasn't that at all. I just felt like I was OK no matter what happened. I had faith.” We also have faith that we will see our loving Pop again when we get to heaven.