I'm sorry Timmah.

Sorry for your loss Timmah. Please extend my condolences to the entire family.
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Sorry for your loss Timmah, I have played the scenario out in my head a million times particularly over the last couple of years with multiple issues my old man has had, I cant imagine what you are going through right now.

One funny story about my dad.

When i was a kid like many others of my age group the Dukes of Hazzard was the greatest thing in the world. Every Friday night it was Pizza night and then the dukes were on. Well one particular night I imagine I was 5 or 6 at the time it was just me and my dad the girls had gone out or were upstairs doing who knows what,playing strawberry shortcake or something, not important. I was on the couch with my dad and I was trying to figure out if Bo or Luke was my favorite Duke so I asked him who his favorite was. Well he responded "Daisy" being 6 I thought well thats stupid she doesnt shoot flaming arrows, drive the car, jump rivers hell the doors on her jeep weren't even welded shut. SO i said why would Daisy be your favorite, at which point he cupped his hands out in front of his chest and smiled and said shes got big ones. Well naturally I went in to school on Monday and told all my friends that Daisy was my dads favorite Duke and why. Well this caused quite a stir apparently because i was instructed to never tell anyone ever again what my Dad said about Daisy Duke.

My condolences.

Mine passed many years ago.
He was a nut !!!!!
Nuff said !!!!

sorry to hear about your dad. My thoughts go to you and your family

Sorry for your loss.

I don't miss my dad (in the conventional sense) because he is with me whenever I go fishing. He taught me the joy of fishing, the art of patience and the gaol of persistence when we fished.

Now I try to do the same with every rookie I encounter that looks like they need a "nudge" in the right direction.

I get as much joy teaching others as I would if I were catching the fish myself, and for that I think of and thank my dad every time!

As it has been said, and will be said again and again : After they are gone all you will have is your memories. Fortunately the more memories you have of that person, the more they will remain a part of your life and you will never ever forget them.

God Bless!

Very sorry for your loss. Losing a parent is a tough one.

I am very sorry for your loss. I cannot fathom the pain you are going through. He will always be alive in your heart.

My Grandfather, my Dad and I fished a together for 30 years. Catching squeteague in the Coles River & Tiverton basin and trolling for Bass off 2A near Seal Rock in Newport. Shellfishing in the Coles River or on Prudence.

He kicked me off his boat once because I released a 38" bass when the size minimum was 40". As I was releasing the fish, he was beating me on the head with a stainless steal mesh glove while calling me every name in the book. I swam around off 2A for a few minutes before they came back and picked me up.

I don't fish with my Dad anymore. He fishes from his sailboat occasionally. He caught a 63# bass in 1966 and he claims that he has reached the pinnacle of Striper Fishing.

I grew up fishing with my entire family. We were either shellfishing, fin fishing or eating and drinking together. Those are by far the fondest memories of my life.

My Grandfather died in 2004 and I still miss him. I talk to my Grandfather while I fish. I ask him where the fish are and joke around about being a better fisherman than he was; which I am not...

Thoughts and prayers to you and your family. Next time you wet a line; try talking to your Dad. I know that it keeps me close to my Grandfather; hopefully it will bring you comfort as well.

Except for the narries, sounds like mine. Dad's parents and sisters were alcoholics. He almost never touched the stuff. Only time I ever saw him drunk, he went to a CYO meeting (adult moderator) and went out with a few with "Faaather O'Neill" afterwards. A few was all he could handle.

timmah, I'm very sorry for your loss, and besides the above, I don't have a lot of crazy stories to share. My dad was orphaned at 10, raised by an aunt during the Depression, worked every day of his life since he was 15, except for the three years he spent taking 3 German bullets. He was a hard-working, strict but fair dad, who gave a lot to kids in Scouts and CYO, and handed his whole paycheck over to mom every Thursday. Not a guy who was colorful in any way. Just a good, decent man and father who I've missed now for almost 32 years to the day.

Sorry for your loss. My condolences to you and your family.
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Sorry. Hope he has a good afterlife...
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sorry to hear-

I stilll remember my dad coing to pick me up from freshman year of college to go trout fishing in the Catskills.... fishing was ridiculous, and we both learned a lot about each other on that trip. I learned my dad could drink more beer than I gave him credit for-

I still look up at the brightest star in the sky each night and say hi to him

Timma,I'm sorry for you're loss...
There are no words that I can express for him passing, I'm sorry.

I do not have any crazy stories of my Dad,but one sticks out.
I was in fourth grade,And I was always getting called to the office (mostly for fighting) well I was in class and as always my name is broadcasted over the loud speaker calling me to the office.
Well I proceeded to the office and along the way it's high five's from the hall monitor's asking what did you do this time.....
Well I get there and my Dad is there waiting for me,I'm think O Boy I'm done for!
Well he called me there to take me out of school to see the Red Sox,he brought me to Fenway to see Yaz Carl Yazscremsky hit 1000 hits!
I'll never forget it!

And the kid I was going to beat at recess got lucky that day as well.


Funny story Hooked again!

And,on a side note nice to see you posting again Sir Fish poo poo!
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my condolences man, sad day for sure

There is nothing anyone can say to make you feel better at this time. I can only say that it gets easier with time. Like most father/son relationships we had our ups and downs, but many more ups. He worked hard his whole life for his family. As time passes the best memories grow stronger and the tough times fade, tears turn to smiles and stories of time spent together.

Sorry for your loss ... thoughts and prayers for you and your family.

very sad time for you Tim
i'm so sorry... for what your going thru...
in time memories that are deep in your memory
will surface and warm your heart.....but for now
hang in there...

I remember my dad taking me fishing one time when I was about 5 or 6 on a giant lake in upstate ny. We rented a little aluminum boat with a 6 HP and he let me run the boat. He was standing up facing forward taking a wiz in a coffee can while we were idling along when I saw a large swirl. I went to let off the throttle and turned it the wrong way. He fell over backwards and poured the coffee can all over his chest. Boy was he pissed....

Sorry for your loss timmah

Sorry to hear... Keep those memories close, they'll carry you further than you can imagine.
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To Fathers; having, admiring, listening and learning, loving, being comforted, making proud no matter what you do, sharing and missing. Love you Dad.

Sorry for your loss, just remember the good times.
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My condolences
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I'm really sorry to hear it Timmy.

I am sorry for your loss. I can understand what your feeling. God be with you and your family at this time of sorrow.

Stories? My dad used to tell me plenty of stories about his time in the Navy during the Second WW. I never tired of listening to my dad.

Timmah, sorry for your loss.

Dad's loss....
 

Timmah,

My father, long gone, was always perplexed by my accumulation of fishing gear: he never fished, but worked hard all of his life providing for the family....a very kind soul. "Why do you need all this?" he'd ask, pointing at the roof of my truck; "You can only use one rod at a time."

He never fished a day in his life. Wonderful memories, I was very fortunate.

Sorry, Timmah, death is most often a very bitter pill.

Best wishes,

apito

Sorry for your Loss Tim

Sorry for your loss.
RIP

Sorry for your loss Tim