hey dad. you won't read this. say hey. hey. i am seeing you from another angle. you are interesting. you always were. but even more so now. i enjoy talking about nothing, staring down at our skiis as we ride the lift upwards...maybe its a father and son thing. through this whole thing you have been awesome. its the little things: the boxers with the squirrels on them you got me, telling me not to drink maker's mark b/c "somebody else does" and "i don't wanna wind up like somebody else," razzing jets fans at the bar and telling me about a "past" that you don't expect your parents to have...
this waterfall is my gift to you. the rocks leading up to the top are slippery and the trees are lush and hanging almost paleolithic...along the way you can hear the rustle of bears and the sound of woodpeckers drilling in the mist. the view from the top isn't much, but the feeling is amazing...
i am eating my lunch with tears in my eyes...all my love, dad, you're still my hero, even now...even more now.
