My dad sent me a text last month out of the blue that I’ve thought about every day since. I cried after I read it the first time, I was that happy. My dad is a very intelligent man, a Texan, a scientist, an outdoorsman, a writer & columnist, a retired 3M chemist that climbed almost to the top of the management chain before he left. I went to college in 1999 with dreams of being a scientist like him, but life got in the way & somehow I ended up an elementary teacher (something I told my friends in high school I would NEVER EVER become) & eventually a stay-at-home mother. I’ve always felt like I failed him (& my potential) in a way, even though I know that these feelings are absolutely not true.
We took my dad fishing & birding in the Yellow River State Forest Paint Creek Unit this summer & it was the best day. He caught several trout with his fly rod & after he got back to Wisconsin, he told my mom how much fun he had with my family. These are photos from that day.
Love ya, Dad. The Best Text is rewritten below.
At Silverwood Park, north edge of the Metro [Twin Cities] for my writer’s group. New, very nice. Lots of nature programs for children. There is a mother with three girls about the ages of your three. All are sitting atop a wall outside. She is telling them something and has their attention. The scene reminds me of you. I am proud of you, Ruby. You are doing a remarkable job rearing three children. Daddy.