What is your fondest memory of your father?

My favourite memory is of me & my dad hiking through the woods of New Brunswick to small streams where we would fish for small speckled trout. I was probably about 6 years old then. He taught me where the trout were likely hiding along the many water flow conditions of the stream. To this day fishing for speckeled trout in an out of the way small stream is the kind of fishing I love to do.
 
Loved and respected this lovely man. He had great integrity and always kept a promise. He could play the piano by ear, which I thought was pretty clever. A hard worker, worked 6 days a week to give us a better life. Never heard him swear and always wore a tie to work even though he was a boiler maker. When he developed Parkinsons Disease, it was so sad. It robbed him of his speech, and he ended up in a nursing home, away from his beloved wife of 60 years.
 

Mine is a tale of two fathers, same man. Until I was 13, I have hundreds of wonderful memories of my father. He played sports with me, we went fishing together and hiking, and I loved watching his favorite TV shows with him, he had such a contagious laugh. Then my mother died when I was 13, and he couldn't handle it. He hid in the bottle, and we lost him to his alcohol. The rest of time at home, until I left at 19, was chaotic. He did finally get sober when he was about 55, and I have several fond memories of him after that. I loved him deeply.
 

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