...and I guess it really hasn't hit me yet, even though I've been waiting for it and sitting near him every night for over a week. It just started raining here.
 
Now I've joined those of my friends in that club of adult children of deceased parents. I've been thinking of my mom's lingering death all this time with dad, so it's like I'm reliving my grief over her passing.
 
This isn't the greatest photo of him, but I've been looking at it a lot lately. There a mystery to it. He's looking ahead, and we can't see where he's going, but I love it cause he's happy here at the controls of his own boat, on some lake, looking for a good quiet fishing spot, a place to drop a line, maybe under a little bit of shade, a nice breeze, a cooler filled with ice and some beer that he's gone so long without.