Time doesn't relent

Six years ago today you walked out the door and didn't come home. I had to go to Monterey to fetch your car the next day. You passed away in a spirit of joy but I never got to say goodbye. My only solace is that you were smiling, beaming at me as you drove away. So much has happened since you left but one thing always crosses my mind when I watch TV...you'd have loved watching golf on HDTV. Sometimes I pretend you're there with me as I watch Tiger heading up to the 18th green. I know how much you would have marvelled at that so I continue having imaginary conversations with you. Just don't touch my Cheetos. I miss you Pop.

Big Sur

On PBS this evening there was a program that sort of defies description. I guess one could call it a kind of travelogue where music is scored around beautiful aerial shots of the United States. It was called Tim Janis: Coastal America. I'd seen this program before but not like tonight's broadcast in high definition. The episode devoted to Big Sur was magnificent and inspiring. Fifteen year old memories of road trips through Big Sur come flooding back and I realize how much I miss California. Don't get me wrong, Columbus has been very good to me but I still feel alien here, this is not my ancestral home. But then, neither is California so go figure. You can never go home but sometimes I do wonder.

One Year

Has it been that long since I've been able to run my hands through your fur? Or to rub your ears? Where has the time gone? Are you still here? Did you notice how I keep your water dish full in case you come home? This is still your home.