It's an amazing thing to be 48 years old and then suddenly you're 7. But that's what was about to happen as I pulled up to my god-father's house in Denver. As I got out of the van he said to me,"You're 7 years old, what are you doing driving?" Then he told me how he had heard my van coming down the street way before I had even appeared. It truly was a miracle that the van had made it that far at all. Before leaving California, it had set in my driveway for about 6 months. It turned out that the same day that I had secured a new position, my car broke down and never ran again until I made the decision to move to Tennessee. It was then that finances were made available to fix it. For the record, I don't believe in coincidences.
As I walked closer for the teddybear hug from my god-father, I was transformed into that young girl of 7 that he had called out. All of the responsibilities of being an adult just melted away. He, his wife, and I all went out to dinner that night and stayed up late talking. What was suppose to be an overnight stay, eventually turned out to be a two night retreat. During that short stay I got a special treat, I got to sit in the overstuffed Lazyboy and go through album after album of my god-father's photos that he had taken during he and my parents' college years. I absolutely loved looking upon what was probably the happiest years of my parents' time together. Later on down the road, when I was in the 5th grade, my parents divorced. Fortunately, being the oldest of two children I still have very fond memories of those times before the divorce. And then my god-father handed me albums of year after years of me growing up that even included my own college time, up to the younger years of my two children.
As the second day kicked in, I realized it was time to cast my eyes forward and to transform back again to the age of 48. It had been a wonderful two days and a great comfort after the reminder of the heartache of a lost past love. (See #5 Mr. Sweet 16) Once again I found myself in a position of not wanting to leave but my path was in front of me, still filled with new adventures. Part of the two day stay had also involved the researching of the noise that my god-father had heard upon me pulling up two days prior. If only I could have had a video camera to shoot footage of he and his wife, whom I call my aunt, underneath the hood of the van. Before I left they had insisted on filling up the tank, checking the oil, and taping the hood back on. Prior in California, I had been in an auto accident the previous year and I had never gotten the body work repairs done. So, my hood needed taping.
As I pulled away, my heart ached still again as I slowly turned back to 48 and longed for just one more bear hug. Oh to be 7 again! But I was on the road once more, and my next stop was Missouri. Little did I know how hard my angels were working to get me cross country. I would find out later that there really was something going on underneath that taped hood.
To Be Continued...
As I walked closer for the teddybear hug from my god-father, I was transformed into that young girl of 7 that he had called out. All of the responsibilities of being an adult just melted away. He, his wife, and I all went out to dinner that night and stayed up late talking. What was suppose to be an overnight stay, eventually turned out to be a two night retreat. During that short stay I got a special treat, I got to sit in the overstuffed Lazyboy and go through album after album of my god-father's photos that he had taken during he and my parents' college years. I absolutely loved looking upon what was probably the happiest years of my parents' time together. Later on down the road, when I was in the 5th grade, my parents divorced. Fortunately, being the oldest of two children I still have very fond memories of those times before the divorce. And then my god-father handed me albums of year after years of me growing up that even included my own college time, up to the younger years of my two children.
As the second day kicked in, I realized it was time to cast my eyes forward and to transform back again to the age of 48. It had been a wonderful two days and a great comfort after the reminder of the heartache of a lost past love. (See #5 Mr. Sweet 16) Once again I found myself in a position of not wanting to leave but my path was in front of me, still filled with new adventures. Part of the two day stay had also involved the researching of the noise that my god-father had heard upon me pulling up two days prior. If only I could have had a video camera to shoot footage of he and his wife, whom I call my aunt, underneath the hood of the van. Before I left they had insisted on filling up the tank, checking the oil, and taping the hood back on. Prior in California, I had been in an auto accident the previous year and I had never gotten the body work repairs done. So, my hood needed taping.
As I pulled away, my heart ached still again as I slowly turned back to 48 and longed for just one more bear hug. Oh to be 7 again! But I was on the road once more, and my next stop was Missouri. Little did I know how hard my angels were working to get me cross country. I would find out later that there really was something going on underneath that taped hood.
To Be Continued...
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| Salt Lake City to Denver Photo by JaMax |
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| My parents in college Photo by C. Glenn |
Jayne, What a beautiful article you have shared.
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Learning a lot from everyone's insights. Genora
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DeleteJayne, I am so enjoying your story - I may not comment all the time but I have read them. Oh to be 7 again! How I can relate. I have good friends in Tennessee. They have a church in Knoxville. Also, my great-grandmother was born in Nashville, then moved to Oklahoma. I am told Tennessee is gorgeous.
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Yes it is very beautiful here. I took so many pictures with my cell phone, that I need a new chip - lol. I am so glad that you are enjoying this blog. It takes a lot out of me to work up the courage to write. And to do it in public oh! I often cringe,#7 is even more personal than #2 or #5 yikes. :o)jm
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