My whole life there was one man who can do anything. My Pop could change the oil in the car, make a watch tick again, roll the raviolis by hand, hang a ceiling fan and fix a leaky pipe. But more than that he can make anyone laugh with his stories and antics. Fifteen minutes with Pop could turn a rainy day bright. He truly could fix anything from a car to a skinned knee, a watch to a broken heart.
Tonight the two-year-old apple of Pop's eye climbed onto her rocking horse and pushed the button on the horse's ear expecting to hear the sounds of a galloping horse. Instead she heard silence. She climbed off the horse, dragged it by the ear to Pop's chair and said , "Stinky broke. Fix it Pop." (Yes, she named her horse Stinky.) Without being aware of her great-grandfather's long history of being able to fix anything and everything, her instincts told her 'he's the man for the job'.
Tomorrow morning Pop is having surgery. The doctors say it shouldn't take long, they just have to drain some fluid from around his heart. Tomorrow our family has to have faith that there is someone in this world that is better at fixing things than our Pop.
