Rachel is my little fishing buddy. We don’t go as often as either of us would like but when we do go, we both have fun. Here’s a picture from a recent outing we had together. (You’ll have to trust me that there is indeed water nearby.)

The other day, when she was tactfully hinting that she’d like to go fishing again soon, she said “I’m like Granny. I love to fish.”

Hearing that did my heart good. You see, Rachel’s great grandmother, known as Granny, past away almost 3 years ago after a long bout with Alzheimer’s Disease. Rachel and Benjamin never knew the Granny that I grew up knowing and loving. She was bedridden by the time Rachel was born. But they know her through the stories I tell them.

We went fishing.