I arrived in Montauk last night; it’s not the same without you, Poppy. I missed being greeted by you with a big hug and a kiss. Everywhere I turn there are reminders of you that make me smile, the neatly organized shed to the fishing lures hanging on the bakers rack. I’m going to miss fishing with you, dad. Being out here brings back so many wonderful memories we’ve shared together. Watching baseball games on our lovely 23 inch TV, fishing on the Gale Force, grilling London broil and sharing a bottle(s) of red wine together (mom wouldn’t have been thrilled to know how many glasses we went through!) I love and miss you poppy.