
Which dory are you taking?
That one over there. It brings me back to see my Pop. We beachcomb for hours and he teaches me how to tie knots. I watch him gut fish and blow snot from his nose in the cold months. I hear him saw wood for the stove that my nan helps me pick up, and stack high against the fence. I watch him as he goes crazy when wrestling comes on. I love every minute of every match.
I teach him to find a good show on TV, but he still wants me to fix the remote because it won’t “click” to another channel. I thank him for the cool bottle of aftershave, and that belt he’d never wears like he knew I liked it. I listen to him and his best friend, Wilson for no good reason at all. They are so close and I am hanging on every word. I laugh at him as the bottle-stuck-on-head trick breaks out. It is his specialty. I follow his expert guidance through the woods. It’s a Saturday morning, we’re trouting. I draw with him on a lazy Sunday afternoon and a duck comes to life on a page. I talk to him in a language all of our own. No one has listened to me more. I cry with him when we say goodbye…like we used to.
But, that’s the dory I’m taking.
That one…right there.
Yeah, he was a great man and I loved every second of our time together. Came to me last night when he came to mind. Just free writing. Thank you too for your comment. Have an awesome day.
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so wonderful, love this
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Thank you and happy to see you and your comment. 🙂
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So wonderful to see you and your words too!
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Beautiful
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Love this
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