Mom is the quintessential Southern lady. We do not mesh well her & I, never have, never will. Bless her she has certainly tried to make a silk purse out of me. I have not become the daughter she wished and worked so hard for. Always outside, always wandering, always wondering, always asking why and how, that's me. Sorry mom, I'd rather be riding, on the water, working cattle, fishing a stream, camped under the stars, building or learning a new skillset.
Dad is a kindred spirit. We like a lot of the same things. He taught me to question, to validate, to be responsible, to wonder, to hang tough, and to dare...
He's going to be 90 this month. I've been saving up for a while to get him something a little different. He loves to fly and has piloted a long list of planes from prop jobs thru jets, but it's been a while. I want to give him a ride around the valley in a Stearman, and have been working to that end. I think it would be a kick for him to fly over the ranches he herded ducks on with the Cub, and his ol hunting grounds. I hope it will be a memory he can hold close. And I pray that I have many more years of sending him the nightly e-mail: Good Night Dad, Love You Sis.
