Empty but Everlasting
Our bungalow in the woods, a quiet spot near the lake had always been Dad's favourite paradise. He knew this particular surrounding would satisfy him, he anxiously bought the once, musty, falling apart, wretched house. The pictures we took were proof enough that this shabby place could never be a dwelling during the summer months. But with plenty of hard work and determination, that same house turned into a bright, cozy cabin for relaxing, get closer to nature. My dad put his heart, soul in every part of this lovely piece of tranquillity, home away from home. The family had shared wonderful times here, fond memories were created. Just seeing Dad smile made me content because his dreams came true in this summer retreat. One special incident was when I watched him play cards at the table. He looked so peaceful, thinking of his solitaire game. I then had to ask a personal question.
"Dad, are you and Mom going over to our neighbour's campfire? It's going to be a nice birthday party, sing song and dessert. It sounds like a fun Saturday evening!" He smiled.
"Ah, I heard it's going to rain later and I'm having my own party! I'll enjoy those three lobsters in the fridge. And your mother doesn't want to miss, The Sound of Music coming on TV at nine. Being here in my bungalow is satisfying, big happiness for me!"
Sadly, Dad suffered with a lung illness. He passed away in the fall of 1990, it was like a huge storm swept our lives so deeply. We held on to joyous, sweet thoughts. The bungalow had died just like him. You can't have a nice place if you don't look after it. When I go there, it's dismal, not pretty. But I still picture him playing cards, fishing at the wharf, so content to barbeque! Rest in peace, Dad.