Dad spent most of the morning staring out the window at the rain. He did a lot of writing today. At one point I looked over his shoulder and saw he was drawing a peace symbol over and over again. I looked far back into Dad’s closet and found his old walking stick, he use to take it on hikes and camping. The tarnished peace symbol was still on it; I dusted it off and gave it to Dad. A light seem to turn on in his eyes when he saw it.
Later I was in the kitchen putting up the dishes from the washer and heard the back door slam. Here we go again I thought, but at least it goes into the fence in back yard. When I got to the door I saw dad walking around in the pouring rain using his walking stick. I saw him smile as he would look straight up and let the rain hit his face. I began to laugh as I watch him parade around the back yard in the rain. If it makes him happy why not, so I join him and we both got soaking wet.
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