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  • I’ll never forget that moment, that day, that year…it was 1988, just a little more than a year since my little sister died tragically. Most of that year and the year before is just a blur, but then there are moments so vivid, I can even see the cloths everybody was wearing. One day, especially, stands out in my mind, now that he’s gone too.

    It was early Summer, almost exactly a year after the accident. My daddy lived on the fingers of the Amite river, right before it dumped out into Lake Maurepas. He had a boat and we would always go for rides on hot Louisiana weekends. This particular day, we all went out, he was driving the boat, as usual, music playing, wind blowing endless tangles in our hair, cold beers and full bellies…on our way to Lake Maurpas to dock and swim. I noticed him putting a cd into the player and heard Rod Stewart’s newest start to play…we all smiled, we all loved Rod Stewart. I was sitting directly behind him, as he drove and then I started feeling wet drops hit my face. I knew it wasn’t raining, so I thought it must be water spraying up from the sides of the boat and hitting my cheeks…then I stuck my tongue out to lick one of the drops away and tasted “salt”…we were in fresh water, mostly muddy and fishy, sometimes green and stinky, but never salty. Then I realized he was crying…then I realized what Rod Stewart was singing…”Forever Young”. It had just been released, almost like it was written just for my daddy, because he needed to hear it and it needed to be said. Then, I started softly crying, too, tears that needed to be shed…at that moment. As my tears flew off of my face, I wondered where they landed. Did they mingle with the muddy water of the river, or did they land on someone’s cheek, riding in a boat behind us that needed them as much as I did. I miss you Kristin and Daddy…may you stay “forever young”
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