It seems like just yesterday but it was one of the last vivid memories that I have with my dad. It was a bright day full of sunshine and not a cloud in the sky, not too hot or cold, but just the perfect autumn day. My family decided to go pick apples in the orchard to celebrate the season and just be together.
I remember my dad hoisting me up to grab an apple that was out of reach. I looked at him and for some reason I just stopped and took a long hard look at his face, almost as if to remember him. We had such a great time and picked a bunch of apples to enjoy at home. It was the last time that our family would all be together before my father passed away and it's like a dream now as I think back to his face and my long gaze on it as if I knew the fate that was about to come to our family.