Two years ago today we buried my dad. Like most people he had glaring flaws that I won’t dwell on.
He taught me how to fish which has been a passion for all of my days. When I was two, almost three, I caught my first fish up at my grandparents lake house. It was starting to get dark, and like most summers in TN the mosquitoes were vicious. They suggested we go in but my reply was “No, me catch fish!”
The man I remember and love is the one that smacked the mosquitoes off of my back so we could stay out there longer. That’s the man I carry with me. Always.