Jack was an awesome father, maybe a titch on the overprotective side. I will never forget the day Ben was born...granted, I remember, on many levels, but what I remember about Jack, were the crocodile tears falling from his eyes onto my chest as I held Ben.
Today, Ben and I pretty much just hung out. He didn't want to do anything special. A trip to Dairy Queen was the highlight. Ben had his first All-Star practice. We had to go to Scheel's to buy gray pants for the season....that could help me in the laundry department.
I'm feeling somewhat guilty..my own father, only fleetingly came into my mind. I will go to the cemetary tomorrow. Jack always wished he knew my dad longer...it was only for 1 year 7 months, but they had a few moments. My favorite was when Jack went to our lake house with us. My dad kept Jack up until the wee hours of the morning, fishing. He taught Jack a few tricks about cleaning their catch...nothing I care to repeat. I'm thinking my dad and Jack are hanging out, looking down on Ben.
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