We stood on red brick pavers in the driveway of my home. Me and my father. His big cream-colored four-door was packed to the gills. The early sun of morning shined, warming us ever so slightly from the east. A cool breeze whispered, “It’s time to go,” out of the north. Golden rays of light picked up sparkles of grey in his hair. We took turns hugging for all the neighbors to see. I was first to plant a wet kiss on the pink of his waiting cheek. One on each of them before swooping in a second time to breathe the spice of him in again.
“I love you, Baby.” That’s what my father said to me. His voice crackled deep in the back of his throat, as if he might choke. Climbing in the car, he shut the door with one hand, reaching back to buckle the belt of his seat. “Click.” Somehow the loudness of the steel sounded harsh in the stillness of God’s peaceful morning. My father rolled down his tinted window, wanting to hold on. One last wave between us. Aging fingers with thickening knuckles moved slightly back and forth, trying to stretch the briefest of moments. Plops of damp drops fell below shades of gray protecting crystal pool ponds of blue behind. His, ‘Big Moon’ face smiled at me. Our last seconds quickly ticking by….running out. Nervously, he smacked shivering, quivering lips, slightly. No one noticed….except me.
Then, off he drove endlessly into baby blue skies that floated fluffy with cirrus clouds like cotton white. I noted suitcases, boxes of ‘treasures’ and hangers of clothes swaying in the back of a wide rear window. My brother sat in the back seat. A special lady sat next to my father. I liked her…like her. She is a blessing in my father’s life. My mother in heaven would approve. No man should be alone. Life is short.
Three weeks of ‘travel’ chugged up….up…up…the chipped, paved street. My eyes followed the rear of cream. Shiny silver and a flash of black rubber together with clear lights not needed during the bright of day. I viewed the car climbing a slight hill v.e.r.y. slowly before rounding the bend…. until ‘tiny heads’ were no longer seen.
Turning around to enter my house, I knew I wouldn’t see my father again until… who knows? Folding my hands in silent prayer, I thanked God for the special time I had with him. Moments and hours my family was able to share with him, together. He is in the midst of a three-week ‘road trip’ to see other loved ones. My two sisters, his own baby sister, nieces, nephews, cousins, and dear friends. It is bittersweet, and yet my father is truly blessed with good health oh-so-much-happiness.
Yes, my father is on the road again…………