In Memory of my Uncle Jim Parrish who passed away on October 4th, 2013. I wake up early to prepare for work. I eat a breakfast of warm eggs and hot coffee. I load up my truck and prepare for the hour-long drive to my uncle’s house. As I weave through the city to avoid too much traffic, I think through the tasks of the coming day. My favorite part of this drive is getting to cross the long bridge that splits the lake. The moment the ground drops out from underneath me and the water spreads in each direction I feel free. As if I suddenly had no limits and could simply fly off in any direction I choose.
Things I Learned from My Uncle
Things I Learned from My Uncle
Things I Learned from My Uncle
In Memory of my Uncle Jim Parrish who passed away on October 4th, 2013. I wake up early to prepare for work. I eat a breakfast of warm eggs and hot coffee. I load up my truck and prepare for the hour-long drive to my uncle’s house. As I weave through the city to avoid too much traffic, I think through the tasks of the coming day. My favorite part of this drive is getting to cross the long bridge that splits the lake. The moment the ground drops out from underneath me and the water spreads in each direction I feel free. As if I suddenly had no limits and could simply fly off in any direction I choose.