However, at his birthday dinner, he did ask me to go. Granted, I told him about 4 times that I was available. And I brought up how much fun it was last time. Oh, and did I mention that I was available? Really, the man had no choice. I should feel guilty about that. I kinda do. But not too much.
Most of my memories of my dad revolve around fishing.
Fishing is a family tradition. One that I gladly pass on. I think this summer, I am gonna polish off my poles, dig up some worms, and take my kids fishing.
But Sunday, I am gonna let my dad take his own kid fishing.
Wish us luck.
Rosie N. Grey
The N stands for "nets and hooks, worms and fish".