Back in the early 90’s, I planted one of those annoying little helicopter seeds at our old house on 7th Street. When we moved, I was able to bring that budding tree to our new house. It was planted outside the living room window and over the years, I was able to watch that tree bloom from a sapling to a large, majestic tree. Well, maybe not majestic, but it was pretty awesome to watch it grow from a seed to this large living thing. I remember coming home from college peeking out the window to see if it got any bigger, changed shape, whatever. Silly right? But hey, this was like my first kid. Something I created, nurtured and watched blossom over time. And, it doesn’t talk back!
In 2017, almost 30 years later, my lovely tree was struck by lightening and had to be cut down. It felt weird being at my parents and seeing this big empty space where my tree once stood. It was a reminder of resiliency and patience. I thought that is was a done deal, gone for ever. Little did I know, my dad had other plans.
In early March, before the world turned into a dumpster fire, I received an unexpected package in the mail. Inside was the clock. My dad had saved the wood. He sliced a large piece of the trunk, sealed it and installed the clock. So the legacy of the tree doesn’t end. Even better, it’s made by my dad and something I can pass along. It really is the gift that keeps on giving.
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