Today is my grandfather, Ivan Parker‘s birthday, he would have been 88, but he died 20 years ago. Gosh, 20 years ago, is that correct? He died when I was 18, a month before my high school graduation. I have known him longer dead than I knew him alive. It is strange to think. How can that be? I feel so close to him and my grandmother, I think about them every day. Was it Ernest Hemmingway that once wrote “No on ever really dies”? or was that N.E.R.D.? Sometimes, I feel that I had just had a conversation with him and he, along with my grandmother, definitely keep me focused when I am working on things out at the lake house. I am a task oriented white tornado of fixing, cleaning, raking, trimming, mending, etc out there and I always feel like I am doing it for them. They built the house up from a brush-covered lot and it has become my duty to keep it in good condition. So, how could I miss someone so much that has been gone for so long? I remember that he had this strange way of floating on his back in the lake, his feet sticking out of the water, his hands slowly moving back and forth. It was sort of like treading water, sort of like floating on his back, but very casual. I try to recreate that floating when I am in the lake each summer, but I don’t have it exactly right because his head was sort of sticking up out of the water and he could hold conversations. I remember once, when my sister and I were very young, he was tucking us into our sleeping bags out at the lake house and my sister wanted to sleep in her socks. He told her that if she wore her socks to bed that her toes would rot off, jokingly. We laughed and laughed. I wish I could write down every single thing I remember about him, I probably will over time. I want to write it all down so I remember it all, forever.
I wish I could find his obituary, it happened before the internet
The word ‘hurricane’
There is often a significant difference in temperature between the two masses. One mass is warm, while the other is cold. The warmer air rises, and the cooler air falls. Likewise, the low pressure area slides down the sides of the high pressure area.
They swirl in and around one another, creating the beginnings of the storm.