Today is the anniversary of my father’s passing. My hands are feeling a little numb but I am happy. I had a beautiful 4th of July and got to be on the water. We put my fathers ashes in the river he liked to fish in. Whenever I am in the water, I know all the waters are connected and I can say hello. I think that is better than needing to go to a cemetery. I am doing so many things at once I wonder if I am making progress at any of them. I am reading a lot of Hemingway so that keeps me inspired. The Old Man And The Sea is my favorite. My father loved fishing but I never knew of him reading. He was bigger than life, just like Hemingway. When he laughed, he stomped his feet on the floor and the whole house shook. I told him jokes and he laughed so much I thought the house would fall until he exclaimed “I didn’t know you were so funny!” Then he asked if I could shoot. I said “don’t tempt me, I’m a good shot.” He didn’t believe me and grabbed one of the many guns around. I lifted it and aimed. He watched intently. I asked again, are you sure you want me to shoot in the house? He shrugged and said “Go for it”. I started to squeeze the trigger. He jumped and grabbed it. “You are just as crazy as your Mother!” HAHAHAHAHA He was proud. I started talking about whales and the sea, there was a statue of a Marlin on the shelf near where I was aiming a moment ago. I told him about a book I loved that always reminded me of him. He grabbed a copy of The Old Man and The Sea out of his bedroom. He told me it was his favorite book. I couldn’t believe that after not spending time together most of my life, we had so much in common. But he was always a legend to me. The 6’4 stronger and smarter than anyone guy. He could out fight, out laugh, out gamble, and out drink anyone. In the end he was human. Taking me out to a fancy dinner at Red Lobster and his hands shaking as he held the menu. I am thankful.
Here is my mom and dad’s song. Let’s be joyful.