perspective…
I remember watching him watch Centennial, the
miniseries version of Michener’s sprawling work.
He said he used to come home on his lunch hour
and ‘catch one.’ This was a piece I did not know.
When I watched him watch an episode it was
the finale, the denouement where Merle sings
he’d rather be in Colorado, as the bald eagle
reveals what God sees – the last good country
of our past that must be held close every day of
our lives if there is truly to be any tomorrow.
I watched my father weep at this conclusion.
Although I did not ask and he did not say, I
believe he was remembering a younger man’s
dreams. Know this piece – I now live in Colorado.
Fond memories. Of both.
Yes, Gretchen…of both.
Glad my son and grandson live in Colorado! I only dreamed of it!
Dad
Miss you, Dad.
I used to live in the foothills of Alberta, and places like Banff, Canmore, and Kananaskis were my backyard.
We live on the prairies of Saskatchewan now, big sky, and gold fields. Last fall, Steve and I were back in the mountains, Canmore, for a retreat. As we drove East, back to the prairies, I kept silently repeating, “Why do I always leave? What good can come of it?”