This story is about family, about spending time together, about life being short and other good feelings. My dad used to love fishing and skiing. In the winter, he would go fishing on frozen lakes. It was so relaxing for him, and I will never understand how he could stay in -20 degrees Celsius, dressed with lots of clothes, and sometimes catch a few small fish. Only a fisherman will understand.
Anyway, those photos I took last fall, when my dad came from fishing. He waited for me and my son to come to his house and look at the fish. He kept them alive in a bucket and wait for his nephew to see and, then, he explained to him how he got them and what he will do with them.
My son loved it. It was a great time for all of us. Alex (my son) will play with the fish and my dad will clean them for my mom to cook. I was watching them and had an amazing feeling.
Before my mom got to cooked the fish, I had time to play with the fish in my own way. Enjoy the photos! Natural light , around 11 am (not a very good hour for photography ) in my dad yard.
I will always remember my dad and our time spend together. Last time I saw my dad before he died, he just cut a fish in pieces and my mom cooked fish for my son. Alex will go to my mom or dad and scream “fish”, till he got a plate of small fish, crunchy with a garlic sauce.
I have lots of memories with my dad, and all are so great. I am just sad that he couldn’t stay more with us so we can make more amazing memories. He will be so missed!