In about a month it will be a year. Day before yesterday I awoke early from a dream where I was having lunch with my Dad here at the ranch: sandwiches. I was talking, he was nodding, about all the work we had gotten done here – and he liked it.
I wish he and Mom had been able to come up here to the Foothills, but with her on oxygen it couldn’t happened. Yesterday was their anniversary. I miss them a whole bunch.
Now my friend Kevin is having a rough go of things, and against his will his daughter has set-up a page. The last couple years of the Rendezvous as things wound-down, his attendance was my magnet to go.
Damn.
At least the air has gotten better here (for now), sorry we sent the smoke over across to all y’all…
Not Clauswitz 
Thoughts and prayers. And thanks for the boost on Kevin. Apparently he’s improved a bit!
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I’m glad Kevin is doing better, that’s a relief – he was a big part of the Rendezvous. It looks like he lost a few pounds, but the hard way!
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All I can say is that things slowly get better over time. It’s been over two years since my own father departed us, and life goes on. Not a day goes by when I do not think of him, though.
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Thank-you for the kind words!
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I sure miss my dad. Stay safe down there, fire season is far from over.
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The last three weeks sucked, but the air has cleared out and blue skies lift the spirits – but we’re not out of danger and I have a bag packed…
I’m glad that I had 60 years knowing my Dad, and I’m sure you feel the same about your time – but the missing goes on.
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Just damn.
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