Summer Time Memories

This has been the hardest summer of my life. On May 13, 2016th my cousin called me mid-morning to tell me my father passed away. I was no way close to my father in any way. My mom and dad got divorced when I was less than a year old. I have heard stories via my uncle and other family members. He loved the outdoors and to fish. Also this summer I went through a divorce. Never a fun time.

Growing up my maternal grandfather and uncles took me fishing every summer. I have the fondest memories growing up fishing with my cousins and family. I got my 1st master angler carp with help of my great uncle Eddy. We had a motor home and traveled all over Nebraska in it.

Now that I have two young children of my own, we fish and camp in our pop up camper. My son is 8 and loves to fish with mom and great grandma. My daughter is 6 and enjoys the outdoors and fishing but don’t try to feed her any.

This summer I have really reflected on my life. I have had to find who I am. A lot of time on the river with grandpa’s pole in my hand and prayers. I have kayaked the Elkhorn River 3 different times this summer and fished it more times than I can count. Spent endless hours on the Fremont lakes and other Lakes in the Omaha metro. The river, lake or pond gives me the freedom to think. I don’t have to answer to anyone, no one yelling “MA MA MA MA MA”, no questions about my divorce, and if I need to cry about life I can without looks.

I miss my grandpa Rex, my great uncle Eddy and my dad so much. These 3 men shaped the woman I am in so many ways. Two of the men played a main role and one didn’t. They taught me to fish, how to treat others, and how not to treat others. So, in all my ramblings today the lesson I want you to take from this is, your daughters will remember the fishing trips, the stories and the big little ones you get. Teach your girls to clean fish, bait their hooks and to take them off the hook. It impresses guys when they get older.

Tight lines,


(Photos Grandpa Rex and I with my Master Angler Carp and My dad Jim and his Dad in Flagstaff, AZ)

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