Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Just now, I let out a small gasp when I realized that the last date I posted was February 17. Just a few days before I wrote that post, I made a pact with myself to post more often. And then this big dark cloud passed over my head. I lost you on February 23 which has consumed me in a way I never imagined. I know you were incredibly proud of me so today I write this post in honor of you.
You were a quiet guy but when you spoke, we all listened. I loved that you called me your wandering gypsy when I was little. Maybe that's why I travel the world so much today. I never told you this but when I was five or six, I used to eat those raw quahogs out of the shell just to see that smile on your face. And all those years we spent cruising on the boat on Lake Winnipesaukee were some of my favorite memories. To this day, I love boats and the water because of you.
You told us all you were going on a long trip. You were right! I'll meet up with you one day in my travels and tell you all about everything you missed, ok?
Love you Dad,
Posted by Joanne Weir at 1:59 PM