I know people say “memories live on forever” and yeah, that’s completely true. But my dad literally left his mark on this planet and I think that’s so amazing. He took our plain as all hell front yard and planted some seeds to make it more full. This tree has done nothing but grow and grow since he’s planted it and since moving from this house that I called home for 12 years of my life, it’s only gotten greener in the leaves and stronger in the roots.
I’d usually make this drive, which is typically out of my way, to see my old house and yeah, the tree was cool but it was never something I paid much attention to. Because I was always focused on how I wish this house would go up for sale and that I wish I could buy it and live in it again. Being selfish about it and getting sad that my parents had decided to move away, still, to this day and I’ll be turning 25 in less than 48 hours.
Since May 7th, I hadn’t been that way. I haven’t driven past that house and I haven’t once thought about it. It wasn’t until after Hurricane Harvey that my mom and I decided to go visit a friend of hers that lives a few houses down from our old home, that I noticed the tree. I realized that tree made the house and the land the house sat on, more beautiful and that my dad literally left his mark on this planet by planting it. That tree will always be a part of him and that tree will live longer than any owner of that house will. My dad planted that tree. How crazy is that?