Father’s Day is nearing and it reminds me of a trip I took several years before my father passed away. He’s been gone four years now but I remember this trip like it was yesterday. Daddy and I loaded up his pickup, trailer, four-wheeler and supplies and we headed out to his favorite rock hunting grounds in Utah. Petrified Wood became his passion in his later years. We camped, dug for wood, rode the four-wheeler and he took me to his favorite diner in Hanksville for a chocolate shake, his favorite. We never found any really good specimens of Petrified Wood, the ground is much harder than when I camped with him as a kid, and gnats really irritate me, but the trip is one I will never forget and always cherish. So my thoughts this morning are of the importance of going somewhere, one-on-one with your dad, even if it can only be for a day. Make a memory that you can cherish forever of that guy who would walk across fire for you if he could.Thanks Daddy, I won’t ever forget.
This is the first Father’s Day for my kids without their dad. I know it won’t be easy and there isn’t anything I can do to lessen the pain. Time will smooth the roughness until the good memories take over and know that he loved you so very very much. Mom