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Subject: Gone Fishing

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Always Lisa (November 18th, 2007)

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Date Posted: 16:52:33 12/02/07 Sun

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Gone Fishing
By Always Lisa, Lisa Brow

April packed with it the promise of sun-dried flowers come fall. Rain beat steady for days which turned to a week. A week that was sure to be the start of a new season of bloom, but momma wouldn't welcome that season or the rain. Instead, momma sat in her room planing her fall. Momma fell hours before the rain stopped beating her to death. She ended the pounding with a bang. And like my daddy, she left a note that read: 'Gone fishing.'

We hadn't heard from daddy in two years, but then friends of mommas said that they saw daddy with two women in a Mississippi bar; he was living it up without a care. And upon him hearing about momma's passing over troubled waters, he looked to the ceiling, raised his glass and said. "I hear the bass are biting up in Canada, bass as big as the thigh on this here little lady." I shed my last tear over my daddy on the day I heard that. That is until I had a son of my own.

I watched the years drift over Michigan waters. I waved good-bye to the setting of the sun, knowing full well that it would kiss my cheek each morning. Each morning I'll embrace my son until the sun refuses to shine.

I took my boy fishing with me last week and, while we was gone, a hospital in Mississippi called. The voice on the phone told my wife that my daddy was on his death bed. His liver was giving up. My wife told the voice on the other end of the phone... "Larry's gone fishing."

Always Lisa Copyright, Sep 20, 2003

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