My Comfort Is You

My comfort is you

Forever grateful for you

And being able to,

Throw in a fishing line with you, be surrounded by mother nature, and have the presence of you, my grandpa.

The smell of cedar and fresh dirt reminds me of our past trips,

Knowing that catching fish is only a bonus,

Eating granola bars and sandwiches,

The sounds of rustling leaves, a stream rippling and running along it’s bed, burbling over rocks and branches.

The memories that are forever created, deep conversations, the insiders we tell, the laughs shared, and the smiles displayed across my grandpa's face is my pure comfort.