Fishing one summer night, a seven year-old boy laughed when his father held him high to the stars.
“Look son!”
Just then, a white flame skirted across the astonished heavens.
And then another star skipped across and dipped into the lake.
“What’s happening dad?”
“Shooting stars. They show up every summer, usually late July and August. It’s really something.”
Decades have past, but I’ll never forget that night when dad held me up to the stars.
No doubt, I have many memories with Claude Blaising.
But, that night was special. It reminds me of three things kids need most in a dad.
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