This is your 90th birthday, Dad. Though you left this world two years ago, you remain very much alive and in my heart. I hope you take up your rod today and go down to the river. I’ll meet you there one day. Not now. But when it’s time. And we’ll fish together again.

Today, in your honor, I am looking at pictures of us fishing.

Dad and I posing with a 19 lb salmon I caught on the Langá River in Iceland.

Catch a big fish for us on the river where you are, Dad. I love you. Richard