go fish.

today marks the 2 year anniversary of my dad's passing. it seems like a lifetime ago, and yet it feels like i saw him just yesterday. he is very much with me in my dreams + in my thoughts. my dad was an avid fisherman. he would take his boat out every monday, rain or shine, and come back with a bucket full of fish. the first time he took ME fishing with him, i caught a fish and got so scared at the tugging that i threw the entire fishing rod into the lake. i was, maybe, 4 years old. he jokes that it was the last time he ever took me fishing (but of course we continued to fish together for years). and not only could he catch a fish, he could cook them like nobody else. i miss my dad and his amazing fish dinners.