Topic: One step at a time
Yesterday it was 70 degrees in the Chicagoland, and it was a welcome change from our dreary dismal weather we have been experiencing for 6 months, so I decided to take a run. My son, who hasn't offered in a long time, offered to ride his bike ahead of me. There are two routes I choose between. They are both 2.5 miles, but one is around the neighborhood, and the other one is down a bike path that is near my house. I haven't taken the neighborhood route since the day after Thanksgiving. I remember that day b/c my dad had had an Oncology consultation, where the Onc basically told us the spots on his lungs were cancer, and we could try a chemo for a few months which has had some success. The Onc didn't seem too confident, and neither was I. Later that day I was in my kitchen, and I heard a familiar knock on my back door, and it was my dad. He said "lets go, we are going for a walk." Now this was a walk that my dad and I have taken for years. We always took the same route through our neighborhood, the same route I would run. We would inevitably pass many friends along the way, he also would point out houses he had worked at, and sidewalks he had repaved (he worked concrete when he first came to America)We always walked together especially in the summer months. That was our time to talk about kids, politics, economics, gardening, Italy, work- you name it, we covered it. Sometimes we didn't talk at all, it was just nice to have him near. That Friday in November, would be the last walk we would ever take together.
I started in the direction of the bike path, and my son started in the other, and when I called him, he said, "no mom, I want to go grandpas way". I started to say "no, turn around" and then I stoped myself. As if guided by a force, I turned and started running our old neighborhood route. I kept my eyes focused on Michaels blond head bobbing up and down as he rode, I knew I had to make it through this run. With every step I took on this familiar route, a tear fell down my cheek. I hope one day I will look back on memories, such as our many, many walks and smile and be so grateful for the time we had together, and what an honor it was to be my fathers daughter, but for now, I wll have to settle for getting through one step at a time.
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