|Me and my Daddy, 1980?|
I'm not sure when it started, but my Dad and I used to go walking just about every single night. It started so long ago some of the neighbors around the block had remarked they had watched me grow up walking past their house. After supper, after homework, we'd head out for our 45 minute trek around the neighborhood. Sometimes we'd bring a flashlight and a study guide, and my Dad would quiz me for an upcoming test. Sometimes we'd ponder the mysteries of the world the whole time, sometimes we walked in silence. Either way, it was our time.
I'm not sure when we stopped. I got older. Things changed. I went to college and had a job working nights. Still, we walked from time to time. Boyfriends came and went. The all night bar scene called my name often. I started working full time and joined a ladies' aerobics class. The internet came along, as did my then future husband. Our walks just sort became infrequent and faded away completely. Or rather, mine did. My Dad still went on his walk with out me. I have to wonder now how he felt. Perhaps he was glad to have some quiet time. Perhaps he was sad that I had moved on to other things. At the time, it was just a routine thing to me and not a big deal. Looking back now, I treasure our walks more than I ever thought I would.
How I wish he were here for one more trip around the block.