Last night, I listened to an old podcast episode from when I first started, and there he was, my Pops, talking about being an educator. For a little while, I got to hear his voice again. I wanted to keep listening because turning it off meant missing him all over again. 🤍

When we recorded it, I was having fun, finding my voice, and discovering something I loved. I never imagined how much that recording would mean to me one day. Listening now, I hear how far I’ve come, but I also hear the man who helped me believe in myself along the way.

In this episode, I share the story behind why I call him “Pops.” That name means more than any definition could ever hold. It holds the love he gave me, the trust we built, and the countless ways he showed me what having a father could feel like.

He was my stepdad, and he stepped up and became the father I never had. He chose to love me, to show up for me, and to be someone I could lean on. He became my rock. Being his daughter is something I will treasure for the rest of my life.

Our parents’ words and advice stay in our minds and hearts long after the conversations end. I carry his with me every day. I still want his guidance. I still want to tell him what I’m doing, ask him questions, and hear what he thinks. There is so much I wish we could still talk about.

Pops, I love you with my whole heart. I hope you knew how deeply I loved being your daughter. You helped shape the woman I am, and as I keep growing, I will keep carrying what you taught me. I wish I could hug you and tell you how much you mean to me one more time.

Going back to where my podcast began brought me back to you. Hearing your voice hurts because I miss you so much, but it also comforts a part of me that has been aching for you.

I’m so grateful we pressed record. 🤍🎙️