Pops! A Tall Tale by Winky Rutherford

My dad, Pops to his grandchildren, was sixty-two years old when he passed. He didn’t die. Pops conquered life and went to the next level. My wife gave birth that same year. Our daughter was the first grandkid Pops would not get to meet. I felt weak. I couldn’t find the right words to speak, until I stumbled on the forgotten tall tales from my youth. These were exaggerated stories written about fol...