Pop-Pop Choo-Choo
by Gabriel (age 12)
My Pop-Pop always wore a dressy flannel and sweatpants
With a casual denim baseball cap covering his flanks of hair.
And he enjoyed trains so much we nicknamed him Pop-Pop Choo-Choo.
Every Friday, my brother or I would go with our mom to see him.
At first, he seemed mostly normal,
But as the days passed, he started getting weaker and weaker.
He eventually needed a wheelchair because he kept falling.
On Christmas Eve, my entire family and I visited him.
We sang carols and read the Bible.
The next day my mom rushed around the house.
I asked my brother, “Is everything alright?”
“He isn’t doing well, and might pass away,” said my brother.
At that moment I didn’t know what to do, so I prayed and waited for news.
Sadly, when my mom called my dad, she said that Pop-Pop Choo-Choo
passed away that night.
I didn’t know how to feel since I don’t remember losing a loved one.
Not knowing how life would change, I trusted that Christ’s will would be done.
We prayed that he would be with our Savior.
Knowing God’s grace,
I believe Pop-Pop Choo-Choo is in Heaven.
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