Dreams and New Beginnings
What a weekend. There are those times when thing just seem to
trumble along…and times when you just can’t catch your breath.
My job was to make certain the balloon filled completely by pulling the rope as it inflated. |
It began Friday
evening. Jackie had been promised a ride
in a hot air balloon…and that debt came to be paid, for the heat overcame her
at the last attempt, and Nick went in her stead. But Friday just before 7:30 PM one of her
life long dreams came true, as we lifted off a park in Plymouth. The air so calm we did not go very far during
the more than hour and a half flight yet reaching an altitude of more than 1500
feet in search of a breeze. Of course
the most important part of Hot Air Ballooning is finding a place to land. After several failed attempts, at microscopic
patches of yard, we put down in a wild portion of Price Nurseries. Those that have not had the joy, of the
experience, have no idea how much work is required…the setting up and the
putting away. It was full dark by the
time we had things safely loaded.
A view of US 30 from 1500' |
Those, that know
us best, knew that Nick was Purdue bound…and that departure began at 5:30 AM
Sunday morning. It was not bad enough
that the alarm had been set for 4:30, but something set off our dog, Cloey, who
began barking at 2:00, and for all points and purposes did not stop until the
alarm relieved us of the last hope of sleep, at least for that morning. We trucked Nick’s “stuff”…just how much
“stuff” does a body need…down to campus.
The volunteers…excited students…had us unloaded and carted to his dorm
room quick as a flash. While I went to
park the truck…a really big pickup…in the parking garage…I felt certain the
truck too large…they assured me it wasn’t…but just barely…Nick and his roommate
Greg began putting their new world together.
When you considered what these boys, that just had met, intended to fit
into a space smaller than some people’s closets, you would just shake your
head. But two hours later it became a
completely manageable living space with a 47” Plasma, refrigerator, microwave, two
lofts…that is beds raised up about five feet…a Kerig machine…a fancy coffee
maker…, 2 shelving storage units, and believe it or not, a futon.
Of course the
world could not exist without the internet, so that was the next war to be
battled as the two of them worked to connect their computers, cell phones and
most important the gaming console to Purdue’s Ethernet, and set up a wireless
router to connect it all. Greg and Nick
had been texting each other since room assignments came through last
month. It worked out famously…I’ll bring
the fridge…you bring the microwave…they had virtually no overlap.
Meeting Greg and
his family was a great experience…I feel that Nick and Greg will be a good fit. Just before noon we said our
goodbyes…difficult…and spent nearly three hours getting lunch and walking
around the campus.
Nick assembling one of the shelf units
Nick is on his
own now. It really isn’t the first time,
but this is different. When he left for
a week or two we knew he would soon return.
Nick has always been such a big part of our lives…and he will remain an
important but now a very different part.
It will take us time to adjust to this “new normal”.
It was good that
we used only one vehicle to cart all the things Nick felt vital…like his golf
clubs, because Jackie and I could share our thoughts…Those thoughts that had
come into clear enough focus that they could be shared. As we drove home…the long way…passing between
the hundreds of Windmills of Fowler’s Ridge…we began a new journey…perhaps a
difficult journey…not just back to Walkerton…but to the next stage of our
lives. We ask for your patience…your
understanding…and your prayers, as we move onward, knowing that our son will
reach great heights in the coming years.
Greg setting up his internet
Nick at work at his desk.
Jackie visiting with an old friend...John Purdue.
The clock Tower.
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