Posted by geramiemonkey on November 29, 2003, at 10:16:23
In reply to A tiny sweet story of my father, posted by Jai on November 25, 2003, at 8:09:20
There is one incident I can see in my mind, and believe I will forever.
When I was 14 we moved to Alaska. On memorial day weekend, we went for a "picnic". The weather was gray and windy and cold. We went to this lake
for the picnic. My father was the only one who got out of the car. He had his sandwich, potato chips and soda sitting on the hood of the car, and the wind was blowing really hard. But he wanted a family picnic, and we had one. My mother, brother and sister ate in the car. My mother took a picture of my father eating his sandwich and I carry that picture with me to this day. (btw, we left Alaska two years later)He was a real big help with my math homework :)
geramie
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