Jun
Missing My Dad
Today is a hard day for me. My Dad isn’t around anymore, so Father’s Day is always tough for me. I always think of my Dad, though I have tried and tried not too, ever since I woke up I have been getting teary eyed off and on. My Dad was one of the funniest people I have ever known, every one says I’m just like him. He was also the most stubborn person I had ever known, again, people say the same thing about me, but I don’t know why, I’m not stubborn in the least.
On one of our many camping trips to the Adirondacks the whole family were walking on a trail and we came to a short wooden bridge. My Mom was bringing up the rear, all of us kids made it okay, and then came my Mom. It had rained that morning so the bridge was a little slick. While my Mom was crossing the bridge she lost her footing and fell off the side of the bridge. My Dad put his pack down and scrambled down the side to help my Mom out of the gully. Once they both got back to the top and he had checked her to make sure she was okay he put his pack on and before carrying on looked at her and said, “There are other bridges like this one on this trail, and they will be slippery, if you feel yourself loosing your footing try to fall so the edge of the bridge goes up your ass crack so you can clamp on like a big jiggly paperclip until I can get there.” Then he walked away. See I’m nothing like him, fore I would of added that she must of hit some ugly sticks on the way down.
I love and miss you Dad. R.I.P.
