I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I miss my Father. He was the kindest man that I’ve ever known and these last four months without him on this Earth have been hell. It’s hard for me to describe how his absence has impacted my life, but it’s safe to say that without him, my life is a lot duller.
Something my Father and I always did together was go fishing. I haven’t been fishing since he passed away because I can’t bring myself to do it without him. I’ve never gone fishing alone because my Dad would always want to go, so the thought of doing it without him is just too much. To add salt to the wound, my Dad and I had just gotten new bow rails installed onto his boat, in the month before he passed. My Father never got to use them, which I am so sad about.
I’ll admit, it’s hard for me to be near the water or his boat without breaking down into tears. His death is so raw that it hurts to think about. I’m currently reminiscing on the last time we went fishing together, and it feels like I’ve torn a hole in my heart. My Father, being an absolute legend at fishing, had managed to catch a record high eight fish in the one session. He was obviously stoked but was pretending that it was no big deal. Classic Dad.
I think once I’m ready to fish again, I’m going to do my Dad’s boat up really nicely. I’m going to get a fresh marine stainless steel fabrication in Melbourne, both to support local business (which my Dad loved doing) and to protect the boat that my Dad loved so much.
I will never forget my Dad and the impact he has had on my life. I love and miss him every day.