From Pops
Feb. 1, 2016
Dear Grandkids,
This feels weird! I’m writing a letter not to be read by any of you for several years – and to at least one of you I’ve never even met. What’s even stranger is that as you read this, I’m not even sure I will be alive at that time.
It’s February 1, 2016. Payton and Eden, you guys are now eight years old and the youngest of you (yet to be born or named) is due in about two months.
As each of you turn 12 years old, I will give you this letter to read (assuming I am alive). If I am already in heaven, I have asked your parents to give it to you on my behalf. Included with this letter you will find a packet with several resources I want you to have. I have explained these resources in detail. Without these resources, I would be writing a letter so long you would never finish reading it.
I hope I have been a good Pops and have made our times together fun. As a preacher, many think I must be serious and somber all the time. I hope you have known me other than this.
