It has been a very busy last couple of days.
And I’m tired. But in a good way. (Is that even possible?)
As usual when I drive down to my hometown, it becomes a whirlwind of activity, emotions and memories. It’s sad that over the past few years the only reason that I’ve made that long trip has been to say goodbye to a relative, and perhaps it’s time to change that.
This particular trip was due to the passing of a wonderful man, my uncle Ken. And while there were tons of good memories and stories passed around, there was also a reconnection to relatives and people that I hadn’t seen in over 20 years, some more than 30 I would estimate.
After I had booked my Motel room and completed all the pre-planning-take-time-off-work niceties, I decided that I would also take the opportunity to spend more time with one person in particular and perhaps begin a new relationship and connection with: my Dad.
We haven’t had a whole lot of communication since my Mom passed away nearly 14 years ago, but over the past couple of years I’ve noticed that we’ve both changed… gotten older… put certain “things” behind us. Matured is a good word to throw in here. Yes, that describes it exactly.
And you know what? It. Was. Fantastic. I don’t think I’ve seen my Dad smile that much in my whole life. We talked for hours about anything and everything, and I even let him make me supper one night. I forgot how great that man can cook!
And speaking of cooking, I brought home something very dear to me:
This is approximately 3/4 of my Mom’s recipe collection, which I have special plans for.
So there was a lot of good things that came out of this last trip, and I have a feeling that I’ll be taking more trips in the future that have nothing to do with funerals, but with family.
And maybe I can get my Dad to cook for me again…