Shooting Stars
Right now I’m thinking about being in fifth grade and living on Amelia Island. One of my favorite memories is of watching all of the rivalry weekend football games at our house with a bunch of family friends. My stepmom Susie’s friend told me and my brothers about the meteor shower that was supposed to be happening that night and from the second on, we were outside checking the skies every few minutes. Our house was surrounded by trees so we couldn’t actually see much of the sky and kept walking down the street to try and get a better view. Finally, everyone loaded up into cars and we went to the beach. It was cold and windy and super late. I remember feeling like a rebel because we were up so late and still so young. Finally, laying there on the beach all wrapped up in blankets, it started. It was one of the first times I can remember having my breath taken away.
The Leonid Meteor Shower was beautiful and I remember every single second of it. Thinking about it makes me miss you, Dad. Not a day goes by where I don’t need you or wish I could call you up. I miss you more right this second then I did 503 days ago. I can’t wait for the day I get to see you again.
