I know its kind of tacky. I realize that it isn’t the ‘in’ thing right now.
I wear it more often than not.
However, it reminds me of him.
Its a little piece of him that I can take with me.
The moment I saw it, all these memories came flooding into my mind. My eyes watered.
It brought back memories that I had forgotten. The little details. The feelings.
I remember him working in the fields, wearing an old worn-out t-shirt, a ‘farmers hat’, and a smile on his face.
I remember riding with him in the tractors. Sometimes he would prop me up on his knee, and let me steer.
I was so nervous. But when I turned and saw his nod of ‘approval’ with a wink, the nerves melted away.
Looking back now, I realize there wasn’t much steering needed, we were going up and down the straight lines
in the field. But at the time, I felt like he trusted me enough to steer the tractor.
I felt like we were Bonnie and Clyde. Nothing could come between us.
I would be right by his side whether we were feeding the cows, fixing a fence, or sitting together (squished) on
our old John Deer lawn mower.
I remember so many times, waking up in the morning and putting my hair in high Pig Tails. Why?
Because that was his favorite. He loved when my hair was in pig tails. So as a 7 year old, I would
do my very best- I am sure some days they were lopsided.
I remember him and I going into town, and after going to the Auction Market, and after looking at
tractors, he stopped at an old grungy convenience store. I waited in the car, and he came out with
a packaged brownie and a Chubby Pop – Orange flavor.
He always had a way of making me feel special. As if no one else mattered except for me.
I was his little girl and he was my dad.
So as you can see, when I walked into that vintage store, a rush of emotion came to me.
It reminded me of him.
It brought back those quiet, beautiful, less obvious memories.
The ones that could possibly be easily forgotten.