Father's Day

Father's Day is just a day away and it's the first one without him. Well not really last year was but that was just a blur because we had just lost him in May. Lost really isn't a term I like. He and other loved ones who have passed, aren't lost, I know where they are, they're in my heart, so they are not “lost”.
Anyway, back to my Dad. He was a typical dad from his time, went to work, got home late, did yard work on the weekends, and so on.
The things I remember best about him, were his love of pets, which is where I probably got it from, golf and fishing.
When we were younger, I didn't get to golf on a course with him, but he taught me how to grip the club and how to swing, so I practiced hoping I'd get to play with him. We didn't golf together until I was an adult and Mom had taken up the sport with him, and we'd play a couple times a year when they came to visit. He did take my oldest brother to the GMO(Greater Milwaukee Open) one year, my brother had a great time.
The times I remember best of all were the vacations with fishing. Dad taught all four of us how to fish, first with bamboo poles and then how to cast. There was one trip up to Canada, that's the picture, it's my brothers and my Dad after a day with a guide, Mom, my sister and me stayed back at the cabin and fished off the pier. Mostly the trips were up “North” to my grandparents cabin (his parents), where we fished from the wooden row boat. He'd motored us out to a spot, get us set-up remind us to watch what direction we were casting and fish. We catch mostly perch, sunfish and crappies with the occasional walleye or northern. Those were some of the best summers.
Happy Father's Day to all Dad's.