“How is this even possible?” I asked my husband as I stared out the front window pointing.
“Care to clarify?” He asked. I do tend to have an annoying habit where I start a conversation in my head and end it out loud.
“The grass,” I placed my hand on my hip and turned to face him. “I swear. When I went to work this morning there was just dirt. But now, look at it. There is really grass.”
“Yep,” he said with a smile. “It happens fast. Speaking of which, I have to put on the sprinklers.”
I followed him into the garage where he stood in front of a large box and started tinkering.
“You turn the sprinklers on from there?” I asked, bewildered.
“Well for now. I already spoke to the landscaper. He’s going to change this and install a wireless control. That way I can adjust from my phone or iPad, even if we aren’t home.”
“Oh,” I said as I signed deeply. A wave of sadness washed over me as I remembered my childhood….
My dad was born and raised in Brooklyn. When I was a baby, we moved to Long Island and he immediately became obsessed with his lawn. Having green grass gave him so much pleasure. He’d spend hours watering his lawn; strategically moving his sprinkler inch by inch to make sure that no blade went dry. His obsession drove my mom and me crazy! He’d sometimes refuse to leave the house if it interfered with his watering routine. And if my mom or I wanted to take an impromptu shower, we’d have to wait until the lawn was finished, if we wanted decent water pressure.
My dad passed away almost twenty-eight years ago, he was only sixty-two. I was a child. I was only fourteen years old. And my mom was only fifty when she became a widow. So much has happened in these past years. And when I feel sad, I always think about all the milestones he missed out on sharing with us. But until the other day, I never thought about how much the world changed since 1988, and how much he missed out with technology.
Time is a funny thing. Twenty-eight years is a lifetime. My dad is gone two times as many years as he was with me, and I miss him every single day… Today would have been his birthday. His ninetieth birthday…
Daddy, I love you…