Dear Papou,
I think about you a lot. I think about the last time I saw you on your 80th birthday, how you were so happy when I walked through the door and remembered exactly who I was, even just for a moment. You never lost your touch, or your love for Notre Dame. You even huffed and puffed when I brought you a UMiami Grandpa shirt for your birthday, cause Catholics vs. Convicts and the Fighting Irish forever and always.
I think about how you were always around when I was a kid and how you made me feel like the most special little girl in the world. How you loved to travel, and how I know you would have loved to let me show you around Paris.
How you and Yaya showed me two people can love each other till the end and always be the other's best friend. I will never forget how even in the end, when things were hazy and confusing, your love for her was never in doubt. She was your Freeda, always and forever.
I can still smell the cologne you used to wear; I used to think it was too strong and was overpowering but I never thought I would miss it like I do now. I have your Patriots jersey, and no I haven't washed it. It still has the faint smell of your cologne even two years later and I'm praying the day will never come when it goes away.
I talk to you sometimes, I wonder if you hear me. I miss you and am thinking of you so much today. Love you forever, Papou.
Love, Molly
xx
John "Jack" Lynch January 20, 1938 - January 30, 2018.
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