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.
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