You're doing a great job keeping up with this. It's often hard to force myself to remember the happier memories. But I will do it tonight.

I remember camping on the Santiam river, deep in the Cascade mountains. There's a certain way that those mountain rivers look when they form deep little pools here and there. They're crystal clear with just a hint of blue and green. I miss the quiet awe of my dad, as he set up lawn chairs on large, exposed rocks in the river, and gazed at the stars, miles from any light pollution. He struggled with depression in life, but when he was star gazing in the mountains, he was utterly at peace.