I miss my Poppa today. I was at the acupuncturist office today, he is probably in his mid/late 70's and he is a truly sweet man and probably a really good Grandfather. He made a little joke about the needles, when I laughed he did that I-got-your-nose thing to me and it made me miss Poppa and sad that Rob's father had died since he was my last chance for a father/grandfather figure.

Poppa died 4 years ago next week and I doubt there was a better man that ever lived. I recently inherited one of Grandma's furs that Poppa gave her. For years, I have loved her furs and have worn them around the house during summers in the Hamptons and actually having one of her furs feels like a direct connection to them.

When we got married we received their silver and it is magnificent but I have no recollection of ever using it. I do recollect going to the drug store in Grandma's furs when the weather was really not that cold. The coat smells like her and has her name embroidered in it so every time I wear it, I will think of my grandparents. But, right now I miss my Poppa.