Dad; the Future

Dad would drive Wolf and me and my little sister on a dirt road along the high grove of tangerines. There were always scores of jackrabbits on that road after dark, running along in front of the car in and out of the headlights. This was huge entertainment for Wolf, who would jump in the front seat to be ready when we turned off the pavement and told him to watch for the rabbits. When they showed he would be beside himself barking and carrying on. Our fun was watching Wolf in all his excitement.

Once Dad went with me and Wolf on an overnight backpack trip up into the high mountains behind our house. I was seventeen, strong and fit, and already with a love for the mountains and nature. I led Dad up Icehouse Canyon to a place that Wolf and I usually explored by ourselves. I carried everything - our sleeping bags, all the food, but don't even remember the heavy load. I do remember being thrilled to be sharing my beloved wild country with Dad. He was not a big outside type of person but took the time to take some interest in what I cared about so much.

When Wolf was older and before I married Janet, Dad and Wolf and I would sit in the basement couch, watching TV and eating peanuts in the evenings. Dad would feed some to Wolf, and reach down and stroke the old dog's head and rub his ears.

Both have passed on now. It is easy for me to believe that they are enjoying each other's company again.

When my end comes I doubt I will be fearful, knowing that rest awaits and that I have tried to be a simple and good person. The transition will be eased for me, having been shown how to cross, and knowing that Dad and Wolf will be waiting to greet me in friendship and love.

Before I am there though, I have many miles of trail and mountains to climb, in attention, appreciation, and joy, for the beauty of this earth.