Monday, December 28, 2009

Letter to My Dad VII

December 28, 2009

I remember you pouring me a drink at the big family reunion at Weesie’s in 1980 and being kind of amazed at that. I was 40 by then but you were still pretty intimidating to me. And the last time I saw you was in Vancouver when you and Mom made the big cross-country trip to see friends. I came down from Prince Rupert to meet you.

And then you died. What the heck were you doing out on that iceboat on Trout Lake when there was open water? I was devastated. There were all these things I wanted to say and ask you about. I probably would have had the nerve to do it by then.

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