today Dad would have been 95 years old. . .
i think of him off and on all day.
i pack the trailer for our first official outing of the season; clean sheets,
fresh towels, food and cloths. the dog hangs with me most of the day,
happy to find one of his toys waiting for him on the bed.
i think about all the camping i did as a child and get all excited.
i offer up that we could leave tomorrow, but he is right we really can't.
come friday morning however, we will be out the door bright and early.