Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Good morning, Sunshine

It's funny that sometimes I forget how easy it is to commune with my Pops. As easy as going on a pre dawn run down to the river, feeling the pain in my left foot, the still broken big toe, the ready-to-roll right ankle, and thinking "Jesus, I don't think he ever had to deal with this shit!"

But breathing the air in deep and watching the sun rise and thinking about how he used to pull me out of bed by my feet and I would come crashing to the ground on my face and we would go knock out a couple of miles around Virginia lake...I find myself talking to him and thanking anyone that will listen for this beautiful journey that I'm on. 

It's pretty amazing. 

Thanks, Dad.