My favorite person is always with me. He is a part of my being. I keep him in my mind and my heart.
There is really nothing more to say on the issue. I thought about it most of the day, but being a socially independent soul, I really don’t notice distance or time spent away from loved ones. I haven’t seen my parents in several years, but we talk on the phone and trade photos and family event news on Facebook.
My dad drove OTR when I was growing up. Sometimes he would be gone for a couple of weeks. I was never sad to see him leave because that’s what he did; however, we were always excited when we heard that truck roll up before the house. Maybe because he traveled for a paycheck, I just got used to having people come and go. He’s retired now and I still don’t get to see him much. But, decades later, the smell of spent diesel fuel reminds me of home. Silly, but truth.