One year my daughter, Justine and I walked together. It was a promise we made to each other to do on a regular basis. Most days I would meet her at her house after I finished work and we would grab a bottle of water and head over to the walking path. I often wish now that I had taken pictures because the trail is very beautiful at different times of the year.
In June the peony gardens are in full bloom with hundreds of different varieties and brilliant coloured blooms. They have an annual peony festival there each year but we avoided the crowd and meandered through there by ourselves. Justine, I’m sure was not at all interested in looking at flowers with her mother but she did it for me. The spectacle was breathtaking whether you were interested in gardening or not.
The trail wound through a treed park and came to a lovely stone bridge which crossed a creek. As we walked further we walked alongside the water and entered another shady park. On the hottest days these settings were a cool welcome.
While we walked we talked about what we thought, how we felt, what our plans were and some of our frustrations. It was comforting to have a trusted friend to confide in. We offered each other advice and often just listened to each other. Some of my fondest memories are of those conversations while we walked.
Other times, Justine would come to our place. We would walk through the village right out to the dirt road, past the horse farm. Often we would walk through the little park to the pond. There is a wooden bridge which crosses over a small creek and a little trail scattered with a few memorial benches where we would stop and read the plaques bearing the names of the people who died and their families. I would like to get a memorial bench there for her. She died in a car accident last year.
I am writing a book about Justine’s life. It is called “Not My Story To Tell”. I hope to have it finished next month.
What is a favourite memory of yours?