Have to share that this poem resonates with me as does your personal journey in your about page. My father passed away last August. He was diagnosed with glioblastoma in March and just wanted to head to our family ranch in Idaho to fly fish and enjoy his favorite spot while he was still able. His only instruction to us was to call an Uber when he was gone, and have the driver kick him out the door at the funeral plot. We laid him to rest in his fishing garb wearing his Crocs sandals that he’d lounge around in after fishing each day; a beloved gift from my grandchildren who adored him, decorated with various pins of all the activities he loved most. Each of us in the family chose a favorite fly from our own kits to leave with him as he embarked upon his eternal drift downstream. Sine then I find myself picking up my pencil to write more often, exploring my own creativity, and recently finding inspiration here in substack. While I’m not quite ready to Hop Off Here, I’m working through proper crafting of my own about page before launching myself soon.
Good morning, Charles. What a wonderful note to start my day. I'm sorry you lost your father, but it sounds like he's left you with wonderful memories and an example for all of us, not the least of which were his sense of humor and desire to be in the beauty of nature. (As you described his wishes, I couldn't help but picture the beautiful scenes from A River Runs Through It.) Thank you for commenting here. I look forward to your publication launch.
Have to share that this poem resonates with me as does your personal journey in your about page. My father passed away last August. He was diagnosed with glioblastoma in March and just wanted to head to our family ranch in Idaho to fly fish and enjoy his favorite spot while he was still able. His only instruction to us was to call an Uber when he was gone, and have the driver kick him out the door at the funeral plot. We laid him to rest in his fishing garb wearing his Crocs sandals that he’d lounge around in after fishing each day; a beloved gift from my grandchildren who adored him, decorated with various pins of all the activities he loved most. Each of us in the family chose a favorite fly from our own kits to leave with him as he embarked upon his eternal drift downstream. Sine then I find myself picking up my pencil to write more often, exploring my own creativity, and recently finding inspiration here in substack. While I’m not quite ready to Hop Off Here, I’m working through proper crafting of my own about page before launching myself soon.
Good morning, Charles. What a wonderful note to start my day. I'm sorry you lost your father, but it sounds like he's left you with wonderful memories and an example for all of us, not the least of which were his sense of humor and desire to be in the beauty of nature. (As you described his wishes, I couldn't help but picture the beautiful scenes from A River Runs Through It.) Thank you for commenting here. I look forward to your publication launch.