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Sunday, July 14, 2019

July 14th. a bittersweet day for me. Growing up we were always at camp on Lake George, spending the glorious summer at our small, rustic cabin on the lake. endless days of swimming and long walks and boat rides, smelling the camp fire smoke. hunting little orange "lizards". making fern soup. going to the beach a short walk from our dock (fun for a time but who wants to swim inside a rope?)
but on July 14th it was a little different. it was my dads birthday. He would wake me up at the buttcrack of 5..the light just barely peeking over the mountains. we would do our daily polarbear swim together. (noone else would get up this early or venture into the dark water and get out in the usually cool it was our special thing)
then back up the hill to camp...where there was always a birthday cake waiting, and cake for breakfast for this special man!!
The day was spent sailing his sunfish, he would nap while the rest of us swam...we'd take a boat ride, and have his favorite dinner. I dont remember the presents we got him, just that the day was always special.
You would have been 96 today, Daddy...and i miss you every. single. day. Hope you are taking a sail, and that someone would take that polar bear swim with you. I love you always...and thanks for watching out for me and the kids.
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