My Dad loved trees and so do I. Whenever he saw this particular tree, he never failed to mention the almost perfect shape of this tree and how much he liked it. In his later years, Dad lived in an apartment about 10 miles from me and when he quit driving he depended on me to take him to the bank, or for groceries, a haircut, or just for a day out to drive around the countryside looking at crops. So we passed this tree countless times over the years. And I heard countless times how much he admired this tree.
Recently, as my husband and I were driving down this highway and saw this tree, I realized why my Dad mentioned this tree so often. He didn't want to be forgotten and in talking about this tree so often, he made sure I remembered the tree and therefore would remember him! As if I would forget. He was a smart cookie, my dad, and one of a kind.
Happy Father's Day to all the dads this upcoming Sunday and to my husband who is a good dad and loved very much by our children. Have a wonderful weekend, everyone!
I'll close with a Barbara Johnson quote.
"To be in your children's memories tomorrow, you have to be in their lives today."
Until next time...