My Dad was a very talented guy and taught me many skills. There was never anything that he wasn’t able to build, fix or do. I learned how to fly fish, how to build a house, how to install a septic system, install a well, lift a house and but a basement under it and so many other things. Of all the skills he taught me, the most important one was the ability to figure things out and get it done. As a tribute to my Dad and his DIY attitude I decided to install my Dad’s gravestone myself. I think I must have been the first client the store had that bought a gravestone to go! I took some time to think back on his life today and shared a Molson Ex with him one more time. Cheers Dad!
As I sit on the edge of the Saint Lawrence near Tadoussac in the rain watching the Minke whales swim by I come to grips with the realization that this is my first Father’s Day without my Dad. I’m quite emotional thinking back to the first time I ever visited the North Shore of Quebec. I was probably 10 years old and going on my first fishing trip with my Dad. Lac Malfait north of Baie Comeau. Lots of firsts on that trip. First road trip, first time fly fishing, my first trout. Realizing that he is no longer here to share things with is rough. He would have enjoyed the scenery, the chorizo and scallops I made for supper and we would have enjoyed a pint together. Happy Fathers Day Dad. Hoist a Molson Ex wherever you may be!