Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Father's Day

It certainly was not planned. No where was it projected that I would drive on this day the last car my father drove before he got sick.

While he was still alive we sold the nicer car, but his everyday around town car has been parked at Witt and Claire's, until this weekend. It is time to sell this car too and we are thinking about purchasing it for Alan. Alan's car is older and a gas guzzler, a smaller gas friendly vehicle for him would be a good thing, especially when he begins to pay his own bills! We will not get into that matter here, he still has one more semester of school before that becomes a reality.

I got behind the wheel, turned the key in the ignition, put the car into reverse and backed out of my driveway. The children and I headed over to visit with my mother and the emotions that washed over me came unexpectedly as if I had caught the back draft of a hot and heavy wind. I viewed the tiny compass he had placed in the car, I had Alan open the glove compartment to see if I could possibly see something of him and grab a bit of his essence once again.

After all it was Father's Day, and it had not been necessary to purchase him a card or present...I missed him.

1 comment:

Pieces of Sunshine said...

Sigh....I can imagine. My dad passed away 12 months ago this week.