As the holidays have been approaching with lightening speed, I am constantly reminded of how my Dad won't be there this Christmas. I can't tell you how much it hurts to know that he won't be here or for any future holiday. He won't be requesting his yearly supply of "spikes" for ice fishing. Every year he'd ask "If Santa has time could he pick me up some spikes"? For those of you who aren't ice fishing savvy, spikes are maggots used as bait:) Awesome bait trust me (yes, I LOVE ice fishing--maggots and all).
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| Christmas 2008 |
Ice fishing is something that I have always done with my Dad (hunting was something we tried, but I had a hard time killing birds--this was more Keith's thing). Lucky Amy had Dad wrapped around her finger and bypassed the hunting/fishing and Dad took her shopping :) I would do anything to have him ask me what the latest ice depths were or the scouting report of crappie for the Madison lakes. I so badly want just one more adventure on the ice with my Dad. Just one more Christmas celebration, hell just one more day. My heart just aches. I will always have all my memories, but sometimes memories just aren't enough. I'll keep chugging, I always do. Yet the holiday season has been especially tough and I don't expect it to get any easier with each passing year.
Hug your loved ones a little tighter this season! Trust me you won't regret it; for every day here on Earth is a gift and it should be treasured.
I love you Dad, one sweet day I'll see you again. Don't catch the big one without me!
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| Ice Fishing in Wisconsin |
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| Dad's big catch! |
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| My Guardian Angel |
Love,
Amber
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