Beautiful days always flood my mind with memories. Memories of the countless good times had. The long drives and conversations about anything from music, to history to current events to black culture. All while we marveled at nature or the changes in the city we were driving through. As I blare “Mister Magic” or any Bob Marley song in my car alone, it brings it all back. I picture myself in the passenger seat looking at him in admiration and pride as we travel to a destination unknown.
These are my fondest memories with my Uncle and Dad - my two Dads - going on long drives or road trips. Though they were very different people, this is one thing they had in common and didn’t know it. They each seemed so relaxed in the car and always so sure of themselves - no GPS or map needed! I just soaked it all in and went along for the ride. And I’m so thankful for It.
While today - Father’s Day - is a little somber because I am grappling with the reality of having lost them both in the last six months, these memories add a little light to the darkness. I am reminded that life is about making the most of every moment. Maybe I’ll take the long way home today. Happy Father’s Day!
Uncle and I in the Bronx’s “Little Italy” last Spring. ❤️
My Dad and I at a jazz fest. ❤️
My future road tripster with her daddy. ❤️
