The Day Dad Jumped In Boots First
This is my first Father’s Day without my dad. And I’ll be honest — I’m not sure what I’m supposed to write. So instead of trying to find the perfect words, I’ll just tell a story. A real one. One that still makes me laugh… and reminds me exactly who my dad was. We were at a lake in Kentucky. I wish I could remember the name, but the scene is clear in my mind: the boat, the dock, and the moment it…


















