I decided to write this poem about the greatest man to me, my papal. He has always had my back no matter what I have gone through. He hasn't judged me on what decisions I make. He is just there to help through my problems. When I talk to him sometimes he annoys me by not remembering what I just said, or repeating things over and over again, but then I take a moment and think. He will not always be here. There will be a time where I am begging God to just hear his voice one more time, or to hear hime repeat what he just said. I realize that, and that gives me all the patients in the world for him. Now I am sure that after every phone call and everytime I leave, that I just say three words, I love you. Little things like that make a world of difference in my life and his. I love you, Papal.