As we placed each wreath gently on the graves of our family, I reflected on how fortunate I’ve been in my life. How many gifts I have that I took for granted for so many years. One of the greatest gifts was working next to me as we payed tribute to our lost loved ones. He gave me love and patience. He was strong but gentle, and he was a father I could go to with any problem or question and be listened to and counseled wisely, without judgement on his part.
Rising from our work, we shared a thermos of coffee in his truck and talked. He told me he’d gone to see Mom on his way to my house that morning.
“I’ll be laid to rest beside your mother, babe. It’s a long way from this place where so many of us are resting. Your mom wouldn’t hear of being buried here, it’s too far out in the country for her, so I guess I’ll have to be laid out in a damn town.”
“Could be worse, Pop. If we’d put mom here she probably would have haunted us.”
“Oh, I think she would have if we’d done that! That’s all I need, to get woke up at night by a mean old woman’s ghost.”
“You’re so full of crap, Pop.”
He laughed as he started his old truck and we drove back to my home. Dad was tired, so he dropped me off and headed for his cabin in the woods by the river. Watching him drive away, I was again grateful to have him as my father.
Someday, the duty of taking care of our graves will pass to me. I’ll place a wreath on my father’s stone, and tell my sons about the greatest man I ever knew.
Article comments
1 - SHARK
Donnie, this is a really nice piece of writing. A good reminder to treasure The Now.
Thanks.
2 - Elvira Black
Donnie:
That was beautiful. I'm sure your children cherish you as much as you do your wonderful dad.