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I wrote this poem about how I feel.Its Called. THE OTHER DAYThe other dayI lost a friend,Made me feel,old age begin.I saw my dad cryreason the same,Never understandinghis type of pain.As I grow oldjust like my dad,The days are herethat I understand.Friends leave holesthat can't get filled in,As parts of our livescome to an end.MEMORIES!that's what people say works,BUT MY MEMORIESare making it hurt!Would I feel betterif I could forget?Time is neededbut not happened yet!By MichianaFisherman 2024
Hello guys, I lost one of my fishing buddies. The kind of a friend thats is in all your photo memories.I am trying to make it through the pain and see the other side of the what next?I know I have a slew of grandkids and my own kids like to fish, but at 65 I miss my Friend!He pushed me into fishing ways I never would have, Lakes we never saw before, and would go overboard on everything we or he got into.We could talk about the Lord together and Thats a hard one to replace. Not all my friends are willing to expose their thoughts.So as I type with tears, please keep my Buddy Frank in your prayers. Thanks to all my Iceshanty friends for understanding. God Bless
Unfortunately, death is a part of life, and we are all headed that way. My father died when I was 10. My three best friends in school all died in their 50s. In my 30 years in the Army, I lost 6 good friends and knew a lot more who I wasn't close to but knew some for a long time and some for a short time. When I finally retired and moved back to my home after a 40-year absence I was a stranger. At my kids urging (and they weren't subtle about it) I joined a fishing club and met a guy and his wife who wanted to learn to fish but hadn't any clue about how to. Most of the members weren't interested in rookies so I took him out a few times and then his wife wanted to go so we brought her along. I am 66 and he is a younger retiree at 56 and his wife is 55. They started from absolute zero knowledge but brought a lot of adventurousness. I spent time teaching them and dragging them to all the places I went in my youth, and they have become close friends to me and my wife. Now they are both hooked, and we try to get out weekly. The amount of excitement and enthusiasm they bring is a true joy. Reach out and find someone who wants to learn and teach them. Be patient and make allowances and pass on your knowledge. Friends can't be replaced but they can be made and dwelling on what was instead of what could be is how we get old and dry up. Something like this may or may not be your thing but there is something about being able to shape and guide someone with the desire to learn that lets you see things in a new light. I'll never be young again and the parts of me that don't work so well anymore probably won't ever work better but I have a lot of places I want to explore and fish to catch and now I have partners to do it with. Of course, my friend's wife insisted on pink flags for her tip ups, so we had to make allowances, and she does volunteer to pull the sled so it's not all bad.