My dad passed away November 2019 since then it's been hell for me I was a drug addict now sober for almost 3 years mostly because I wanted to prove to my father that I was going to be a better person. I went fishing today by myself with a pole I found at the flea market for $5 that just so happens to be made in the city I reside in currently I can only wonder how cherished this pole was by the original owner before he passed away. I don't know why I am writing this I think it's because I have no body else to talk to about my day I woke up this morning and I was terrified that today might be the day I relapsed or even worse tried suicide again. I really miss you Dad and even though we didn't catch any Whoppers today maybe next time I know you will be watching and waiting for me to find that next river monster.