As I gaze at this pictures of my parent's home...and the driveway...I cannot help but think of all the comings and goings over the years of living there. The dashing out of the driveway to meet friends to go swimming with them on a hot summer evening. The dashing down the driveway to go to a basketball game "in town" on a cold wintry evening.
Then there are the memories of dashing up that driveway...coming home for a weekend while in college with my car loaded with laundry and myself hungry for my mother's good food.
One of my fondest memories...and it is a memory that stays with me vividly...is of my Aunt Tina roaring up the driveway in her black Ford Falcon...grinding all three gears and honking the horn to let us know she had arrived.
Then there are the final departures from the driveway...such as moving 2,000 miles from home. Goodbyes that seem final when they are not. Then there are the return drives up that driveway to see Mom once again whether it was for the holidays or a summer visit.
Then there was the final drive down that driveway as I left my family home one last time after Mom died.
I did not and have not seen my family home after that last drive. Rumor has it that I would not recognize it. It seems to me that I do not want to see it again for I would rather remember it as it was...for instance...as it was in this picture.
Life moves on...