The year was 1967. The fish was a Northern Pike. The boy was standing in his grandma's kitchen. And standing there in the doorway, just behind the boy...his dad.
Of all the things I learned from my dad, I continue to appreciate the truth that he was always there behind me...maybe not seen by others but there nonetheless.
During this Thanksgiving Season, I need to say to someone how thankful I am for my Dad. And how much I miss him, right there, behind me.
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