Pomps.

I would like to take the next fourteen minutes and write about someone very dear to me. His name is Pomps, well not really, that is what all of his grandkids call him. His really name is Alfred Baca Black. I proudly have his first name as my middle name. Yes, he is my grandpa and a very great man.

One of you that reads this might know him personally, but other then that what I tell you here is all that you know about him.

He is sadly dying from failing lungs, a problem that he has been dealing with for several years now. Although my grandpa never joined the church he still was a devote Christian who went to church every Sunday with his wife, Florence. He might not have been the tallest man I know but standing next to him usually made me feel rather small. He had a heart like no other and would go out of his way to help others, most of all his family. He enjoyed spending time with his grandchildren even when the broke things on his tractor. His heart is what has kept him alive for so long. Besides that he had a work ethic like no one else I knew. He would push himself to the extremes, something that caused problems for him with his lungs being in the shape they were. He had a sense of humor and always knew how to take a good joke.

I don't think I could ever learn as much as he knows. He could show me how to tie a knot, speak Spanish, and cook. He know a lot and probably the greatest advice that he gave me was do what you want. He told me to always do what made me happy. He knew how to manage his time and his money well. He wasn't one to sit around and do nothing.

I am sad that I could explain to you any better about him but if you have some time and would like to hear some stories about him, go ahead and ask me. I would just like to say that he is a great man and I hope that everyone could have a grandpa like my Pomps.