I'm really sad to be saying that my dad passed away last week. It was expected. He had been struggling for a while after all. Still I don't think that makes it any easier on us. We are making the funeral arrangements as I write and I've taken a little time off work, which has given me plenty of time to reminisce about the times my father and I spent together.
I think above all I'll always remember our trips out on the asphalt in Edmonton. My dad loved to drive and I used to love being in the car with him when we did. I was his little princess and that car was kind of like our own little world. Every Saturday my dad would take me out somewhere, anywhere, just the two of us. They were wonderful times. So simple and so happy. I know that’s what I’m going to miss the most.
We spent so much time on the road that we probably ended up knowing practically every highway and byway in the town. I think my favourite times though were when we went off the beaten track a little bit, leaving the roads so that we could have a little explore in the woods and my dad could introduce me to his other love in life, fishing.
My dad loved to fish. He didn't always take me, after all it was meant to be his escape from the world and every man needs a little something that he can call his home. However, as I got older, he started to bring me out with him a little more and we'd usually end up fishing at least once a month. I got pretty good at it too, though I was never a match for him. He caught some amazing fish but I could never figure out why he always threw them back. He used to tell me that if we weren't going to eat the fish then we shouldn't kill it. At the time I didn't really get it but it makes sense now I'm a little older.
We'd spend hours in those woods together and then, when the sun started to set, we'd peel out onto the road and head home again. There are many things I’m going to miss about my father, but I think those moments together mean the most. I just wish we'd gotten the opportunity to do it more often.