Since I've started my seedlings, I've been overjoyed to watch them sprout. It's beautiful; almost magical. Then I want to tell my dad so badly because I know he'll be just as excited as I am. I do tell my mom and show her the bean sprout progress and she is fascinated, but daddy had this deep connection with all things agricultural. True, momma picked cotton and did farm labor back in the day, but daddy's family had their own farm and daddy loved the farm. Even after two college degrees and a professional career, he still loved putting on overalls and getting on that tractor.
I think somehow I thought that I wasn't really an outdoors person. The verdict's still not in on that. But I think it's mostly because I always got bit up by mosquitoes no matter what I did (around here they say that means my blood is sweet) so I didn't go outside when I didn't have to. I thought I wouldn't like gardening. But the truth is, I actually do. Daddy just didn't know what garden meant. His garden was a field, and we picked beans and other produce for days!
The more I work towards my garden, the more I realize that daddy and I have even more in common. I know that if he were here, he would help me in any way possible. Since he's not, I'm going to think of him often as I do what he would have done.
Today is Memorial Day, which is a day set aside to remember those service men and women who are no longer with us. Historically, in the black community, Memorial Day is not just for military personnel. It's a day set aside to remember all those who have gone on before us. It's a day usually spent visiting and cleaning off grave sites, setting out new flowers in memory of your loved one, or visiting relatives. We haven't purchased Dad's headstone yet, so today I'm just choosing to think fondly of him.
This is one of daddy's tractors. I captured this image this past weekend and decided to turn it into art, while it also serves as a way for me to remember my dad.
Happy Memorial Day,