I find it interesting how the smallest thing, can trigger long buried memories. If you do not know about this lighter, please stop and read "Dad's Lighter" than the rest of this will make more sense to you.
A few days ago, I had to refill my Zippo lighter. As always my mind started thinking about my Dad. But there was something else there, a long deep memory, one I had not thought of in years.
On the evening of September 18th, 2010, I called my Dad, as was my custom to tell him about the goings on, with the farm. During that conversation. He expressed how very proud he was of Michelle and I for what we had accomplished on the farm.
As I filled the lighter a few days ago I wondered if he would still proud of us. As I thought this, the tears came rolling down my cheeks. The flood gate opened and all those wonderful memories came back once again. But they were bittersweet tempered with the knowledge that he has been gone so many years.
So Dad, have we done well and are you still proud...
A few days ago, I had to refill my Zippo lighter. As always my mind started thinking about my Dad. But there was something else there, a long deep memory, one I had not thought of in years.
On the evening of September 18th, 2010, I called my Dad, as was my custom to tell him about the goings on, with the farm. During that conversation. He expressed how very proud he was of Michelle and I for what we had accomplished on the farm.
As I filled the lighter a few days ago I wondered if he would still proud of us. As I thought this, the tears came rolling down my cheeks. The flood gate opened and all those wonderful memories came back once again. But they were bittersweet tempered with the knowledge that he has been gone so many years.
So Dad, have we done well and are you still proud...
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