Three months ago tomorrow my life changed for the worst; that was the day my dad died. My goal in writing this blog is simply to share my memories about my dad. Every day will be a new story, memory, or thoughts about him.
Choosing the first memory is a hard task! Growing up I knew my dad as an avid outdoors man. I was born during opening weekend of deer hunting season and that seemed to set my course for father daughter bonding time. When i was 14 my dad took me to hunters safety course, studied with me, practiced with me, taught me how to shoot a gun, and helped me pass. The reward was that I got to go hunting with the boys that year. I have never been so excited and nervous all at the same time!
It was a cold Tuesday morning when it happened. I was standing on a hill over a small valley and a little deer showed up on the path below me. I will spare everyone the details, but you can guess. More than the exciting feeling of getting my first deer, was the fact that my dad was there to see it. I can still remember him yelling from across the valley "yeah, yeah, alright". He was proud of me and that was all I cared about!
The path this all happened on has since been named "Charity Lane". Every time I walk that path, I will think of how much I enjoyed those fall hunting trips with my dad.
Love you dad!
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