I had a lovely father’s day. Even though my father has been gone for so
long, it still was sweet. My landlord
and friend Paul, has three grown boys that live out of town, so his girlfriend Barbara,
and I took him out to dinner. I wanted
him to know how much he means to me. I
bought a lovely card and when I took it out of the bag, there was only an
envelope and no card. There was no time
to get another one and I didn’t worry about it. When I went into his office in the afternoon,
he had a nice shirt and dress pants on.
I told him how nice he looked and he said, “Well I have a hot date.” The restaurant was almost empty when we
arrived as most folks were sitting outside.
We sat in a corner and the three of us giggled while we ate. Everything was so quiet. The waiter took
great care of us. I don’t know, sometimes, I just like to relax with others. It makes life sweeter. When I was growing up, these special days
could be very stressful for one reason or another, but this day was peace. I think one reason is that Paul was eager to “receive”
and let these two women be nice to him.
He has done so much for me that I wanted to express my gratitude. When I had cancer last year, he drove me to
many appointments. I lived about twenty minutes away. After I moved here, he drove me to my first
radiation treatment and then when treatments were done, he and Barbara took me
out to celebrate. It will be a year
since I moved. I took forever to get out
of my old place. I couldn’t find an
apartment that would work for me. I think
I was just waiting for this beautiful home with a perfect friend. Not too long ago, we sang a song in chorus titled, “Home is
Where the Heart Is”. My heart is here.
