My dad has lived in Tennessee for the past too many years. I miss him.
We vacation together, email and
argue, debate talk on the phone, but it’s not nearly enough.
I had him fascinated with Facebook, but he didn’t last long and has since deleted his account…claiming it’s too personal and telling.
He won’t tolerate texting, he thinks it’s too impersonal.
Yahoo is his snail mail of technology. I read his email this week; he described the six plus inches of snow falling fast and furiously in his front yard.
Living in Tennessee, that is not a common sight and THAT in itself made the ‘storm’ even more striking.
Dad reminisced about how he missed the snow he had seen living in NYS for nearly his entire life. He touched my heart when he shared his memories of watching us kids
fight play in that white wonderland. (P.S. Note the girl with the plastic bag-covered cast)
Growing up, we spent hours overbundled…building snowmen, forts, and memories.
I still live in the state where I was born and raised, seasonal New York. It IS beautiful.
I have it all, right in my backyard. Take a look…
Get outside today! Build a snowman. Make some memories that will stay with you longer than the snow on the ground in Tennessee.
When you get back home, appreciate that too.
Snowmen melt away. Memories stay frozen in time.
- Mother Nature’s Christmas gift: snowmen, snowballs and spinouts (krem.com)
- From Snow to Snowmen (paintingbliss.com)