I had a really nice conversation with my 16yo son last night. Like many teens, he is often reluctant to volunteer information to me and his mom. But he is doing more canoe trips this summer in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area at camp, and he told me he wished my dad was still alive so that he could talk to him about it.
My father died in in 2015 at the age of 80. He served his entire career as an English teacher at the same college prep school in Minneapolis. During the 60s and 70s (before I was born) he took groups of his student on canoe trips to the BWCA and Quetico wilderness areas, before this was a common thing to do. While we did lots of canoeing and fishing together, I never took a BWCA trip with my father.
I was a really nice moment to share memories of my father with my son. And now I'm crying at my desk first thing on a Monday morning! ๐ข โค๏ธ


