In My Mind I'm Goin' to Carolina

For quite a few years, I have periodically grieved for and missed your Dad, specifically as the younger man I married. Another time I will write about the early years of our relationship.  

For now as the finality of his passing settles in, I'm going to write briefly about one of his favorite things to do - going to the Outer Banks. I do have fond memories of staying especially in Hatteras in a house along a canal. Alex, you loved it there since you could walk out the door to fish. And we were close to the beach and the fishing pier that brought hours of joy for you Alex. Rob, you were quite little and enjoyed it a lot although we know you are not generally a beach aficionado. I got to rest, and Dad spent a lot of time driving us about and maintaining fishing gear, getting bait and taking fish off lines. We usually took a day trip to Ocracoke Island, involving trips on the ferry which were an adventure every time. On our journeys across the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel, we would stop at the visitor center, walk out to pier to see what fish were being caught and sometimes watch a container ship go over the tunnel. Maybe you remember a blueberry fight in the back seat of the car, which happened on our way home one year. It's nice to remember summer vacation (especially during mid-winter), and important for me to believe that when we meet again in heaven we will be the best versions of ourselves. Below are pictures from a trip to the Wright Brother's Memorial in Kitty Hawk in 2003, and cute pictures you both from 2006.