Well, yesterday was Father’s Day. Which meant another trip to the cemetery with another bouquet of flowers. The weather was good, and I sat for a while, but not as long as last time. In the past my Dad and I used to spend Father’s Day together fishing in the pond out in the back forty, so after staying a while in the cemetery I went back home, put on his fishing hat and shirt, grabbed his favorite fishing rod and went fishing. He would have wanted that. I didn’t catch anything, but that’s OK. I would’ve released it anyway.
Lots of things on my mind….