Good Saturday morning to you! As you can tell by the title, I’m late…with this blog article! Thursday evening as I began to head here to type in my article, the Internet went out and stayed out until sometime Friday afternoon. Friday evening–after a stressful week–I couldn’t muster the energy to type in my article. Very sorry if you came and saw NOTHING from me!
The article I was going to post will wait for another day. Instead, I’ve been inspired by my laziness to offer up something thought-provoking and perhaps memory-recalling!
Last month, Steve and I took our annual wedding anniversary trip, which was quite lovely, very relaxing, and extremely revitalizing! As is our normal habit, we take one route to our destination and another route back home. It was on the route back home that brought the only sad note to the entire trip.
While I was growing up, my family practically spent the entire summer camping/living in a very rustic, deep in the heart of nature resort in Deep Creek, Maryland. Those summers were some of the best times of my youth. Every trip, we stopped at a restaurant called the Lone Star. We were such regulars, the waitresses would recite our beverages as we were seated at a table! This place had the best fried chicken!
There was nothing special about the place. It was a large diner along the highway, but the food was good, affordable, and the place was clean, the waitresses friendly, and it was a staple in our summer lives.
It’s been years since I last ate there. In fact, I don’t think I could tell you when it was that I was last a patron there, but in my mind, it remained the same: same waitresses, same food, same decor. That is until Steve and I happened to pass it on our way home from vacation. We passed it and my eyes flew to the giant FOR SALE sign in the parking lot.
I made Steve turn around and go back. I snapped a few pictures, sighed some heavy sighs, and shed a tear or two. It sounds silly, I know, but my life has changed so much since the death of my dad that I simply wasn’t prepared to see one more casualty of my childhood.
Life is meant to be ever changing as opposed to stagnant. It’s meant to be a journey of new places, people, and memories created. You’re intended to go through it as an ever changing being as well. However, as we age and lose people in our lives it sometimes becomes difficult to let go of “things” that remind us of simpler times or loved ones.
As I said, it’s not like I frequented the Lone Star, but the loss of it means I can never go back! Perhaps this is also a good thing. Everything changes with time. Perhaps being able to go back…and actually going back…would have been harder. New waitresses. New menu items. New cook. New tastes.
There’s a saying that you can’t go back home again. I think this is true. I think it’s a bittersweet “good” thing that you can’t go back. Not being able to go back keeps our memories pristine and unchanged by time. While it is hard to let go of the past–be it people, places, or objects–let go we must.
Until next time, as the weather turns cooler, may you have many memories to wrap around you and leave you with a warmth that touches your heart!