Lily and I went fishing, but her sea legs weren't ready for a rocking dock. I hear a plunk sound and her nose got a little close to the water and in she went.
A rather large catfish
Around the house
Columbine and spiderwort out on the prairie
It was fun to get him going about any topic he was particularly interested in, as a new story always came up to go along with his information. Sometimes she heard it before, but it was always refreshing to hear more about his life. This was someone who never seemed to let much pull him down, and he rarely whimpered about the terrible treatments he was having. He always wanted to be his best around all he held dear to him. Not having much family had made a network of friends who covered all the holidays and celebrations with him. He was an extended relative to many, and always there when help was needed. She asked one day at the table if anyone knew his family at all. Many had heard the stories, but only one daughter had ever came to coffee with him. He lived a rather private life after he had lost his wife and shared little bits and pieces with everyone when he visited over a cup of coffee.
Talking one day he mentioned liking to eat biscuits and gravy. It was hard to get to the hotel he ate at with all his appointments and he had missed eating for quite sometime. They only served them until they ran out, making a fresh batch each day. Checking with a friend who had cooked there, she found out it was biscuits from a local bakery and a mix to make the gravy. She found a close copy and asked him to join her for dinner. Picking him up he was excited to see what she was going to fix. She never had shared that she liked to cook much and he wondered how well it would sit with his tender stomach. His eyes became as big as the plate she brought to him when she served his meal. He stammered and tried to hold back the emotions, but was overpowered with joy seeing what she had fixed. He apologized and tried to keep his voice steady to thank her. The meal went good, except he was unable to finish. He asked for a people bag and she gave him a plate to take home. The talk all the way home was about how nice she had made his favorite meal, just like his wife had fixed, or even better. The next day a vase of flowers sat at work for her from a good friend. She knew just who that good friend was.