Stop 22, Remembering Pop
It was one year ago today that I learned my father had died. I was in North Cascades National Park. It was a hell of a blow. I think of him almost every day, but today I kept him close in my thoughts as I walked on the beach at Herring Cove on Campobello Island. This seems to be the last picture that I took of him. He joined the boys from Lumberton at an ACC basketball tournament near Asheville. It was his unofficial bachelor party.
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