The circumstances under which we made the drive were not the best but it was a gift to be able to spend so much time with him.
I hadn't realized just how much I missed him. My family is very quiet. We don't call each other on Sunday afternoons and an email every month is really a lot of talking. It may be months between conversations, but they always pick up in the same spot they left off. As we drove and talked, I thought that most families probably have their own dialect. A version of English that anyone could hear and understand, but not get the subtext of. Ours revolves around movies. For example, I was driving and looking at his GPS. He saw me and just muttered one word..."lost". I was worthless with laughter for several minutes because I knew he was quoting a scene form the old John Landis film "1941". There are probably only three people in the world who could witness that exchange and understand the meaning.
Here is a list of some of the things that our discussions made me remember:
I love to be outside.
I miss camping.
Will can always win.
It is possible to be objective and admit what I do well.
Family is paramount.
There are never enough books.
It is possible to disagree pleasantly.
Education is not something that a school gives you.
Focus on what you can do for change and do it, regardless of the seeming futility.
Tony Williams really was THAT BAD!
The difference between job, career, and vocation.
Speak your truth, even if amounts to casting pearls before swine.
ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS have a camera.
It was a really nice drive.