When I was very little, my Dad taught me how to fish. Sitting on the pier at his parents' house on Lake Gogebic was "our time" together. Sure, he had to bait the hook and take the fish off if I caught one, so all I really did was hold the pole...but it was just me and my Dad. Many years later, when he had his own house on a lake, he still had to bait my hook and remove the fish - and I still loved every second of it.
He used to take me up in a little airplane, with both sets of controls under his command, and let me sit in the co-pilot seat, pretending to help fly the plane. "Pilot to co-pilot", he'd say. I could barely see out the window, I was so young!
Even when he didn't like something I may have done or the way I may have acted, he always loved me and I knew that without any doubt. I love you, Dad...and after 19 years, I still miss you.
Cool..in capital letters!
ReplyDeleteYou reminded me of fishing with my father. Thank you very much.
So, how was it to soar on wings with your Dad?
I was really, really little - so I barely remember it, but it was very special. These days, I am somewhat afraid to fly - and you'd NEVER get me up in a little private plane again!
ReplyDeleteI don't think I realized (at age 3 or 4) that I wasn't actually helping to fly the plane! :)