Today is Good Friday.Time to plant your garden if you are going to have one.Daddy always planted his on this day.In my old age I wish I had payed more attention to things Daddy did like farming,mechanical things,etc.At the time it seemed so boring.He tried teaching me how to use tools but I was all thumbs not having the knack for such.My brain would always wander.I just wasn't interested.Daddy would have a problem at work with a piece of machinery and many times the answer to it would come to him and even if it was the middle of night he would get dressed and go fix it.I think the word for that is dedication.It sure was hard watching Daddy get sick and die.Always a big strong man he went down to nothing.I had a dream of him shortly after he died.I was driving,driving it seems like an endless trip,I was gave out and troubled,then the first person I seen in my dream was Daddy,standing on the side of the road leaning against his old Ford truck.He was smiling and oh so young,he looked liked he was in the prime of his life and all was good with him.I like to think maybe it was his way of telling me all was ok and to start enjoying my life and quit the mourning.
