The Talks We Had

Hey there Mom,


       I know it’s been a couple days since I last wrote so it’s time for another installment. These past few days I have been spending time with Vicki and the girls, running errands. We went to Jon and Kim’s to see some of the puppies; I had my textbook with me but didn’t even crack it open. Perhaps I should have, but I wanted to spend the drive time talking with Vicki and watching the girls in the back sleeping and/or watching a movie on a portable DVD player.

       Vicki and I love to travel. We talk about whatever we want and when we’ve said everything for the time being we enjoy each other’s company. She’s my best friend, as it should be. You were my best friend too. You still are, of course; just in a bit of a different way now. I spoke to you so many times about so many things I can nearly hear what you would tell me if I asked you a question or what reply you would have to a simple statement.

       A conversation between a mother and a son cannot be replaced. You were very understanding about most everything; of course there were things, as a mother, that you struggled with understanding. My first tattoo brought on a discussion about self expression and cultural acceptance over the years; the difference between your generation and mine. How many children can say that they have had those kinds of conversations with their parents?

       Unfortunately I never knew Dad in the same way. I was never able to have a conversation as sophisticated with him. I knew it wasn’t his fault he wasn’t able to be around as much. His profession kept him on the road quite a bit of the time. I never resented him for that and I still don’t. I just don’t have the memories with him that I do you.

       Time to get to work on the school stuff; I’ll talk to you again later. Love ya.