my pops

As a young boy (around 7 or 8) my father once drove a van from Philadelphia to Big Spring, Texas to be with me. (My parents separated before I was born and my mother moved back from New Jersey to her home state.) I remember sitting with him in the front room of his small apartment sipping hot chocolate as he talked with me about his life. I also vividly remember that as we walked around town, he would often let me sit on top of his shoulders. I felt like I was on top of the world up there, like I was flying. I am now quite a bit older than I was then, and my father has since passed away. But my dad lives on in my heart and in a line of a letter that he sent to me after he went back to Philadelphia: 

"When I was there with you, I put you up on my shoulders. You could reach higher than I could then. One day you will again... unaided."