Fly Fishing: Embracing New Waters Through Grief
The river gave me more than a view yesterday…it handed me back my joy. I’ve always loved to fish. When I was a little girl, and dad told me he was going fishing early in the morning, I would get dressed and sleep in my clothes so he wouldn’t leave me behind. Not that he would, but he liked to tease me. This trip is showing me what I’ve been missing in my life since Dad died. He was my fishing partner for 50+ years, and I haven’t returned to it seriously since he died. That changes now though. I’ve fished in boats and onRead More →
