My father calls me all the time to tell me little tidbits. He has lots of spare time to do such a thing because as his semi-retirement job he drives parts from part store to part store of a local auto part store. I get calls because someone ahead of him did something stupid. Or today when he called to tell me that he saw an accident due to snow and told the state trooper that his 35 year-old daughter could drive in the snow better than those people. Usually he calls to tell me how much he misses certain things about holidays now that us kids are all grown up.
No more Santa, no more trick-or-treating, no more sugar-hopped-up kids running around on Thanksgiving with all the insane relatives. I miss that stuff too. The difficulty sleeping on Christmas eve is one I always pine for but nothing makes me more nostalgic than Easter.
To me Easter isn't about candy, or coloring eggs, or bonnets and gloves, not even church (sorry god). The best part of Easter was when we got old enough, after we found all the eggs, we made our parents go inside and we re-hid them. It was always hysterical to watch our parents hunt for the eggs with us giving them ridiculous clues. They were always so cool about playing with us, it is a memory I cherish. I wish there was a way to continue to live it.
Posted by kerewin at November 30, 2006 09:15 PM