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| Cherishing Yesterday |
| 04.07.04 (8:46 am) [edit] |
Sometimes i yearn to be in that row boat, floating around Frog Leg Lake, bass fishing under the comforting hot summer sun. Just me and my Dad while my mom waited on shore. A cooler full of snacks and drinks, and the undying competition to out fish each other. i wasn't but 13 or 12, innocent like never again. I remember watching my dad like a hawk so as to pick up all the little techniques he had, but when he would try to show me something i would revolt and say i already know. Noone was ever out on the lake when we went, i don't believe many knew of it. Its a special place, one i can't forget. i caught by biggest freshwater bass there, weighed in at around 3 pounds. caught that bad boy on a surface lure to, he jumped out of the water for it, Splash!! i was so scared he was going to break the line. brought him home though, i thought i was going pro after that day, BassMasters here i come. Some dreams die with the company.
It was such a quiet place, and we didn't make it any louder. we never really talked about much, and if i think about it, we never really talked about anything ever. it was more nods and laughing every now and then. maybe a comment on a missed fish, or nice catch. i'm not really sure if he knew what to say, neither did i. i guess he was an older dad so we were worlds apart. i hesitate but still say that i can't say we knew each other very well. It was simple, i knew he loved me and he knew i loved him... beyond that, i'm not really sure. i think if he was around today we would be good friends, i have grown up a little and have interests that skipped a generation, right into his, and i would love to talk to him about things... ask him about the 50' 60's and 70's. He has been gone 4 and a half years almost, or 5 minutes depending on how i look at it. this wasn't supposed to be sad, so ill get to my point. i think i was in heaven, it was that lake... it was being with my dad out on the boat while my mom was reading in the car back on shore. it was the silence, the comfort, it was being a family... something i miss like christmas.
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posted by: thiyagaraj (reply)
post date: 04.07.04 (10:03 am)
I love quiet places!
posted by: dumblondegirl (reply)
post date: 04.07.04 (7:00 pm)
(Grr. This is the second time I've tried to post this)
Your entry made me think about my relationship with my father. If he passed away tomorrow, I would regret never fixing things to back the way they were before he left my mom. I would regret not having him to get advice from about finances, health insurance, buying a house, home repairs... all those things he's always been good at, but I never had much interest in until I 'grew up'.
You are so lucky you have those memories to hold onto. You shouldn't be sad. The way you wrote it, you really treasured that time.
(Damn you! You made me cry, you bastard!)
posted by: dumblondegirl (reply)
post date: 04.07.04 (7:00 pm)
(Grr. This is the second time I've tried to post this)
Your entry made me think about my relationship with my father. If he passed away tomorrow, I would regret never fixing things to back the way they were before he left my mom. I would regret not having him to get advice from about finances, health insurance, buying a house, home repairs... all those things he's always been good at, but I never had much interest in until I 'grew up'.
You are so lucky you have those memories to hold onto. You shouldn't be sad. The way you wrote it, you really treasured that time.
(Damn you! You made me cry, you bastard!)
posted by: dumblondegirl (reply)
post date: 04.07.04 (7:01 pm)
stupid tblog making me double-post...
*dumblondegirl turns on her heel and storms off in a huff*
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