Saturday, February 02, 2008

100 Years Ago Today Was My Father's Birthday

He's on the bottom of Clearwater Lake now, we fed his ashes back to the fish that he used to catch every day like he requested before he died in 1983.
He was 50 when I was born, already grandfather age.
I miss him today. But I have his sneaky grin and his sense of humor, and a lot of memories, the bigger half of them good.
Happy birthday, old man.

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