“Do you think you’ll miss it?” I turn to look at her as she stares wistfully over the lake. “What?” She shrugs with one shoulder. “When dads gone we won’t come here anymore.” Oh. I never thought of it like that. I just thought dad would leave and...we’ll, I guess we won’t be able to come here anymore with him gone. I guess I never thought that far ahead. “I think I’ll miss it,” she says with acceptance. I think I’ll miss it here too but I’ll miss dad more. I’m not ready to let go.