My Dad's Moon: Dear Mr. Obama

My Moon

My Dad and I used to play a game we called, My Moon. The first person to see the moon would call it by saying "my moon". If you called it you won it. That moon was yours for that night. Other people could play too but there were rules. Someone else had to be a witness (and be available to testify), that you called it first. If my Dad or I had already called it, you couldn't have it! Sometimes we would argue over who it actually belonged to, (who called it first)... We played the game all my life. My Dad is gone now but I still call the moon when I see it. I figure he has already seen it first and called it first but that's ok. My son plays too. Sometimes he will call me or text page me and say "my moon". It's a way we remember how very much we love and miss my Dad.