Last night we looked for a Mexican restaurant nearby for dinner. I hardly had an appetite. Most of yesterday, I spent packing for today, when I get on that great big jet plane to fly home to my St. Louis town. I had already said “Good-Bye,” to friends and a brother by phone.
Earlier in the day, I left my guest house to amble down a familiar path around the desert in the afternoon. Jumping dogs on chain-link fences howled as I passed by. Along the dusty, gravelled road, I waved to them for one last time. Ahead, a tall saguaro looked down quietly from the rose and slate blue sky. It didn’t say a word to me. The crisp, dry air was silent. Still, a message was whispered to me…..
Today I’ll call my Great-Aunt who lives about an hour away. One last hug and kiss over the phone from my father’s home. Later, I’ll squeeze my second brother tighter, thanking him for playing board games with me. When it comes to my father, how do I say the words I feel? I’m not sure they’ll be there when we must part. He’ll drive me to the airport pulling to the curb. I won’t let him park. He’ll help me with my bags, our eyes will well with tears. We’ll hug, I’ll kiss him on his rosy cheek before skipping away without looking back. It’s too hard in fact.
So last night we headed off to the Mexican restaurant to have “our last supper.” My spirits were low, how could they be not? We pulled into the parking lot. Like a western movie reel, there it was. We pointed and did a double-take! I laughed out loud, jumping from the car. A saddled horse with a bridle and spurs was next to cars in the parking lot! A beautiful horse with his reigns tied to a tree! It was a sight no one would see in any other state.
That was my last Arizona evening sight. It was perfect you know. It’s in my pocket now, next to my boarding pass.
And the memories I shall never let go……………