Its funny how certain events or activities in our lives, no matter how simple and ordinary they might seem at the time, crystallize into magical moments that stick with you and leave you with peace and joy through your whole life. For me, one such activity was with my dad in the mid-1960’s.
Some time in the mid1990’s, dad and I and other members of our family joined in a Family Run/Walk event near White Lake Beach Resort. We all started out together but after a while, I was getting ahead of dad. Now, I really believe that he just let me get ahead of him but I remember thinking of our nighttime walks in South Milwaukee three decades before and how I had all I could do to keep up with him then.
Even now, nearly fifty years later, dad is with me on all my walks. With the sound of the door latching behind me, dad’s just ahead. And if it’s a fall night, I’m six years old, holding dad’s hand…and all is right with the world.