WHISTLING POPS

“WHISTLING POPS”. This book title, “Whistling Pops” came to me while thinking about the years gone by. I pictured an old man going for a walk, with his hands behind his back, whistling a tune. Sometimes his head may be up, looking at the sky, maybe an attempt to feel proud and satisfied, as he thinks about his many accomplishments, with his family and friends and his devotion to his job and how grateful he is to have walked this earth. Sometimes his head is down as he walks, perhaps feeling a bit curious, regretful or wondering of the roads ahead. So to this very elegant man going for his walk, sometimes lucky enough to be walking with his wife of many years, holding hands, as they both whisper to each other, exchanging love memories about when their lives first began with each other, maybe one day while the soft wind blows in the warmth of a summer sky, we too will be going for that walk of life, wondering how it all went by so fast and did we do our best. When that moment of true self kicks in and the perpetual light is about to show us the way to our final rest, remember him. Remember Pops and how he whistled.