I grew up adoring my Dad. He was soft spoken and hard working. He always wore a plaid shirt whether it was flannel or not. Even in the Summer, he'd roll up his sleeves if it got warm. He came from the hot part of the states. Drove to our colder area to see the Ocean. He saw it and never went back.
I remember him fondly. He past away after a very long illness. He fought for what seemed like my whole life. When he went, he did it with such grace. To this day, I miss him. I miss talking to him.
One Summer, I went for a walk with him. We found a nice place by the river. Under the trees where the water ran wild. It was there that he taught me to fish. He told me all about it. I watched him put those cute bees on his hooks. He didn't catch much. I think he just liked the quiet and the possibility of it. I remember that day. I think of it often. It was so special to me. I remember walking back with the dust flying up from the rocky road. No one knew that we'd just had the time of my life. So fishing, nah, not for me but watching my Dad fish, yes.
~JC ~
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24 comments:
a memory to be cherished for sure. beautifully written. poignant.
Nice post
Beautiful! 'The quiet and possibiity of it' grabbed me and didn't let me go.
What a beautiful memory of your father. I'm so lucky to have my Dad still around and wreaking havoc.
What a beautiful memory of your Dad; his gentle nature and your deep love for him are conveyed so well in just a few words...You are a wonderful writer and I enjoy reading your short stories...Hope you have a restful Sunday.
What a beautiful post for your dad. I love the image of the dust by the road.
What a truly beautiful and touching memory!...so lovingly written...to be treasured forever!
Thank you too for your uplifting thoughts left on my blog. I have enjoyed this tranquil moment on yours.
Sending lotsaluv
MAXMOM IN SOUTH AFRICA
A beautiful tender loving story ---- I am going to assume here it is a 'true' story and if so you are one lucky person for having a father such as you did.. Wonderful use of the magpie tale. Loved your story told..
Joanny
Those are wonderful memories.
Very touching essay. Kudos!
Great to read about such love and respect for a dad.
Lovely post, wonderful memory, very evocative. I like that you fished for "the quiet and the possibility of it." We used to fish with our kids and never catch anything, but we still loved it. Your words have made the reason clear to me.
Wonderful memory and one to treasure and make sure your children know about your dad too, time goes and before we know it there are just memories.
Christine
Sweet memory written so sweetly. Lucky you to have that memory.
So sweet. How fortunate you are to have such cherished memories of a wonderful dad.
Yes, this is a true story. One from my childhood days. I just remembered the fishing day when I saw the fish photo.
Wonderful, marvelous memory of your Daddy! Tommy got a bit weepy, because her best memories of her Daddy is of the both of them fishing! It was just their time--out on the river bank--and nothing more needed to be said. Thank you for sharing!!
Noir
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What sweet memories of your father. I'm so envious.
smiles. what a sweet memory...i too have one of watching my dad fish...so this year i started taking my boys...nice magpie!
That was so touching. I have similar thoughts on fishing now my own dad's not around.
I love the name of your blog BTW!
Such a touching post, very wonderfully written
That is a lovely story. Funny how things trigger our memories and bring them all rushing back.
Marnie
A lovely memory - one to be cherished.
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