Pop’s Bench

The day after he died, we were getting ready to drive up to my mom’s house, Ayla said she was going to wait for us outside. She decided to sit on the 500 pound concrete bench out front.

This is the bench that my brother Dan heroically helped me load onto Uncle Joe’s truck but he was not available to help me unload. So, I called Pop. We haphazardly engineered a series of ropes and pulleys, and with absolute pure dad strength, he helped me get it into place.

I asked Ayla if I could take a photo of her on Pop’s bench, and, somehow, this is the image that appeared.

Love you Pop.

~Nick & Ayla~