We took my dad fishing off Cape Canaveral for his 70th. It was a good idea as he died of a stroke the next year.
It was on that trip that I mentioned I wasn’t the best hitter on my little league team and he said, “You should have told me. I could have given you some pointers.”
He had obviously never been to one of my games. I think in this day and age he’d be accused of child neglect.
Dad showed up in his Deputy Sheriff’s uniform to a couple of my concerts. My parents chaperoned the orchestra New York trip my Senior year.
He wasn’t always there, but always was when I needed him to be.
He’s had a couple of strokes and heart attacks over the years. He doesn’t trust himself in the boat alone and thinks this may be his last year on the river.
We’re all trying to make sure it isn’t...
Yes, you never know what may happen... I have sine regrets that I didn’t make more of an effort to see/call my parents before they passed away, but I suppose that I did the best that I could at the time...
I think of my father very often as I still use some of the hand tools that were his, and some that were his father’s, in the shop pretty regularly...