wordsworth

LN: What makes you go “Hmmm…”? Here’s an example of what does it for me … I go down to the lake. I see a big bass. I tell my Dad, “Dad, saw a BIG bass in the lake!” Dad says, “No, that was a Nile Perch.” Hmmm. Then later I see my brother Ken and say, “Ken, I saw a BIG bass in the lake.” Ken says, “Naw, that was Grass Carp, or a Nile Perch.” Hmmm. Some days later a turkey walks through the neighborhood. I see it. Mom sees it. A neighbor walking a dog sees it. Later, I tell my brother Ken, “Ken, a turkey walked through the neighborhood.” He says, “Probably just a peacock.” Hmmm.

Dad

Jen: This morning I did get out to the Wetlands Park. The fog was dense. And I felt the joy and the fear I felt holding Ellen for the first month she made me a dad – the joy of looking into her eyes, the fear of holding to0 tightly or not tight enough.

Seeing you again, Jen, will be like that for me – just imagining you again, imaging you sitting on every bench in the Wetlands, imagining you every time I passed one of your “Jen” benches, made me feel like that, like I would do whatever had to be done, even without the faith that I could do it right.

David