The Big Dipper

Earlier tonight, Dean and I were in the jeep driving home from watching a movie with my sister and Tyrel (her husband), when I looked up and noticed the big dipper. I told Dean that the big dipper will always remind me of my dad. He asked why.

I told him of a time many years ago when I lived with my mom after my parent‘s divorce. My mom and I had gotten into another fight and once again I was torn between living with her and my dad. I had called my dad over that night so he would pick me up so I could stay with him.

While I waited for my dad to come, I remember my sister and I crying and holding each other in the hallway. She told me that she loved me and wanted to go with me, but she didn’t know if she wanted stay with mom or go with me to dad’s.

When my dad came, I went outside to meet him. I was upset and still crying. My dad was and still is not good with that sort of stuff, so he directed his attention to the stars. He showed me where the big dipper was and talked about what he knew of other stars that shined above us.

I later connected that conversation with my dad as his way of distracting and helping me through a tough time. It was his way of saying I’m sorry it’s got to be this way and I love you.

Since that night and ‘til my last night on earth, I will always be reminded of my dad when I see that big dipper.

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