A seven-year-old boy laughed one summer night 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 passed, but I’ll never forget that night when Dad held me 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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