Dear Dad,
For all those rabbits I chased around the neighborhood, cornered and caught.
For all the, “I promise to feed, clean after and take care of” vows.
For all the “Can I keep?” and “Pretty please” pleading.
For all the surprises I brought home.
For all the feeding, cleaning and taking care of that I didn’t do.
For all the creatures you had to flush, toss, and ‘bury.’
For all of that, and probably much more,
I am sorry!
Because this year, I gave into the pleading and planned a Christmas surprise of fish for my boys.
Two Fish.
One for each.
A red fish.
A blue fish.
First, the blue fish died.
Second, the red fish died.
So, on the night before Christmas, I hustled to the pet store twenty minutes before it closed.
I bought a new fish and a new bowl.
I then came home and had to flush.
A red fish.
A blue fish.
Crossing my fingers, and saying my prayers, I prayed my boys wouldn’t wake up to find a dead fish waiting for them.
A Christmas Miracle!
They named him Sonic.
Fortunately, I take better care of your grandkids than I do fish… payback stinks!
Wish you were here to laugh at me.
Miss you, Erica
Merry Christmas!!
