Whos Sitting In My Truck.

 

We drove into the yard.

Darkness had already arrived,

The stars sparkled overhead,

The wind whispered to us.

Welcome home.

We saw the barn cats sneaking around the corner,

curiosity taking precedence over caution.

We called out to the dog,

Buster, Buster,

Here boy.

There was nothing,

I knew he would be around in the morning.

There was no one home,

so we let ourselves in,

Odd to find the house empty,

Mom would be there in the morning..

We got ready for bed,

breathing the farm air,

settling in for the night.

I listened for Mom,

but was soon 

fast asleep,

..........

Morning beckoned far too early,

we grabbed a coffee,

and proceeded to sit in the sun room.

It was so peaceful.

There on the back of our truck

lay Buster.

He had had quite a jump getting into the back of it.

We had totes in the back and he was on top of the totes.

My Mom, Wain and I all looked at each other at the same time,

and simultaneously we spoke,

He thinks your Dad has come home,

When my Dad was alive,

Buster rode on the back of the truck,

Dads and ours were exactly the same.

For two mornings we found him in the same spot,

waiting for my Dad to come out and take him for a ride.

It was not meant to be,

We took him for runs everyday,

I would yell out of the window,

and yell mush, mush and he would run faster.

We left the tailgate open at the back,

and he would lay there every day we were home,

I know in my heart he was waiting for Dad.

This is almost a year after the passing of my faather.

It is amazing what they remember,

I have no doubt in my mind

that he was my Dads best friend.

...........................

My wish for you today is to really feel

and let yourself get to know the real you.

Without the layers of our life,

we would not be whom we are.

A year ago I did not think I would

survive the loss of my Dad,

and now I understand 

so much more about life,

...............

I hope you have a wonderful Monday,

Embrace the day

and Enjoy!