Is September really a memory? I’m still wondering where August is hiding. I’m now a believer of what my parent’s used to say, “The older you get the faster time goes by.”
October is bittersweet for me. While I love the summer months, I realize that I must move on. Fall brings changes. My dad would have turned 81 today. It’s hard to believe that it’s been nearly four years.
I especially think of him during this time of year because we spent so much time outdoors together. My mom and sister would be inside the house while the little helper would be so eager to be outside with her hero – as excited as a child is on the first day of summer vacation. Even though he was my teacher, it never felt like I was back in school.
Many times when we worked in the yard all I could think about was the culmination of the projects and the reward we were going to receive. My sister and mother would meet us outside and the three ladies would jump into the cart attached to my dad’s Cub Cadet tractor. He’d drive us all around the backyard as if we were on a ride at Disney World, always wanting more when it was over. Sometimes I think back and wish I could get back in line for another go around.
It’s ironic that his tractor is now in my garage. I plan on plowing my driveway during the upcoming snowy season just like he used to. I’ll use it with pride and will feel my dad’s presence with every rev of the engine. I know in my heart he’s pleased that his 40-plus year old tractor has found its new home.
As I fight back the tears, Happy Birthday Dad.
While this isn’t a typical Maid of Stihl post, I wanted to pay tribute to my father on his birthday. I recently guest blogged on STIHL’s website and wrote about how my dad gave me the guidance and education (and saw my ability) to do “man’s” work. Please feel free to read My Dad Gave Me the Confidence to STIHL the Show.
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