After an 18 month battle with various cancer my dad (67) was given months here at the end of September. I've watched him go from being able to navigate wadding large trout streams to not lasting an hour out on the boat in a rather short period of time.
My whole life we have traveled up and down the east coast for various types of fishing. We had this week penciled in for a trip to chase salmon in NY at the beginning of the year, however do to his current state I'll be happy with taking him out on a local lake for an hour tomorrow.
18 months ago I would have never envisioned this was the path of life. He still hasn't officially retired from running his business and my brother and I's work life was the reason not to take trips over the last few years. I would sacrifice a lot to be able to take one more trip.
The will is still there, but the pain and energy level is too much for him to overcome. Last Monday he was telling me he was thinking about taking the fly rod for a walk. We both knew that wasn't feasible, but we continued the conversation on which section of stream would be active and flies to use.
We are all here because of the same passion. Whether it's your tired, in financial woes, or just in a rut in life, the passion of fishing is always an escape. Even if that escape isn't wetting a line but just talking about it, even on a message board.