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when i was growing up my dad used to take me fishing as much as possible when he was home from sea. he was in the navy and was away at sea for a good part of my childhood. when i was 8 years old he passed due to complications of alcoholism... to this day, everytime i go fishing, on the way home i look up and let him know about how the trip went and how bad i wish he could have been there to share it with me. i was very lucky to have a grandfather who i guess tried to fill his shoes and became my new fishin buddy up until he moved away to michigan last march. which felt like losing another huge influence in my life, even though we still talk on the phone. but in june, i had my first son and i plan on being to him what my father and my grandfather were to me, a positive mentor. its really good to hear from people who have had the same great experiences with their fathers as i did, though it was such a short time.
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