My earliest memory of loss goes back to my grandpa (1971). I was in early elementary school at the time. The feelings of being overwhelmed by his death still cloud my vision today. Ed Avery (Apr 30, 1971, to December 7, 1971), or as we call him “Popo,” lived in a small community outside of San Antonio, Texas, in Boldtville. I was too young to appreciate many things about the man. What I do know came from stories of how he cared for his community, served at the local Presbyterian Church up the road (literally), and faithfully provided for his family. He and my grandmother, “Momo”, ran the Avery’s General Store at…