For My Poppy
Men have been tough and strong men for ages. Nothing new there. Rarely do men touch so many with so much as my Poppy did.
Victor Larson, my Poppy, led a life of hard work and with the toughest of determination. He was the toughest man I ever knew. He was tough mentally. He was tough in his beliefs. He was a man, deep and true. He had a love for tennis, deep and complicated finance, family, and his spiritual faith.
He was not perfect. He had flaws, mistakes, and pasts that haunted him. He made amends where he could and where he couldn't, well, that was his business, not mine.
He was taken from us this morning at 4.55 a.m. Brain cancer overcame him after 18 months of busting his ass to fight it. He never gave up. EVER. He fought with all he had and with great valor, courage, and grace.
So, I dedicate the video above to him; for he was a brave man to the end.
Bravehearted Old-faithful Wolf