Going to visit Dad on Father’s Day was fun. I enjoyed taking him to lunch at ‘the mexican place out on the corner’ – the one that changed names since we’ve been gone and I never remember by the time I get home what the name of it is. And to the park to play with the kids, and then to BJ’s for Milkshakes – our go-to cool down spot after a day in the sun.
Driving into town, we notice all the changes, and see damage from a recent wind storm. The dusty, dry streets reveal summer on the prairie when there’s just not enough rain. Trees have a gray-green color, instead of the rich green of a rain rich land. And we consider the barren river lacking water, as we drive over the bridge.
It still resembles home, some places. And even though we see family and friends almost everywhere we go – even bump into local celebrities at BJ’s – I realized as we left town, that I was going ‘home to the mountain’ and Lamar doesn’t feel like home anymore.
The wheat fields are about three weeks out from harvest, and there was that feel around town of life happening around every corner. People waved at the new car with Alaska plates on Main Street. And someone said, “Isn’t that… ” I just smiled and waved.
The flowers around the windmill downtown are overgrown again, need to be weeded and thinned, perhaps someone will take an evening and pull a few weeds there, or snip back a few of the overgrown rose bushes. I would have if I’d been in town a little longer, or if I’d had my clipps.
I always notice, when I’m home… Who isn’t there anymore.
And I celebrate my Daddy, because he still is.
So much changes. So much stays the same.
God bless you all, I pray you enjoy the summer and survive all this summer heat. If you waved when we met, or saw me on the street, it was nice to see you again.