Things to be missed...

Tradition. Every year and every summer there is some sort of tradition in any family. With some it is a trip to the local ice cream shop on steamy days, or taking a family bike ride on a deserted trail. No matter what families have unwritten or written traditions. So in my family we had plenty, unwritten of course. Every summer we, my dad and I, would go on a bike ride from the Spokane Valley to at least the Idaho state line and back. Or whenever we would go camping at our lake, my dad and I would have our annual diving contests off the dock. Or batting practice with him at the elementary school across the street. Or on every Labor Day my mom would have us do some kind of hard back breaking labor in the yard. One year she had us put rocks in the flower beds. Now that was a LONG day. Or every summer with my mom we go into Sandpoint we make it a point to stop at Dubbs for ice cream. Anyway my point is that families have their traditions and sadly some are broken. Like this year my bike ride with my dad is off, which is very sad. As well as our diving contests, not going to happen. Things are meant to change and meant to be missed but sometimes even if the most loved and simple of traditions have to come to an end even if one person is still here, in the right state, and willing to go on. I will miss my dad this summer, it will be the first and I'm not looking forward to being separated by these 1,700 plus miles but what doesn't kill us makes us stronger and even though these traditions with him wont be the same, I will not stop doing what I love. But I will be heart broken doing them.