I have a lot of memories of my father. He passed away in 1996. For years I missed his advice and wisdom. As I aged, I also began to miss him getting to see special moments such as the birth of his grandchildren, their high school graduation, or the like.
One memory that I cherish is watching Mr. Ed with him on Nick at Nite. He loved that stubborn talking horse. Ed was always getting in trouble and running away. Wilbur, his owner was always going after him because he loved Ed (sometimes to the chagrin of his Wilbur's very attractive wife!).
That show had a major impact on me. I almost pursued architecture because of it. One thing I took away from it and my dad’s other favorites (Andy Griffith, The Nelson’s, Gunsmoke, Rin Tin Tin, or the Beverly Hillbillies) was that life is best when it has a simple pace.
I was at a wedding this weekend. Actually, I was officiating the wedding. One of the bridesmaids spoke during the service. Her comments praised the beauty of a simple life.
The couple love each other. They witnessed it in front of close friends and family. They showed it in their laughter, joy, and kindness. They reflected it as their first act as a married couple was a little private communion service. A simple life together is what they desire. I went to officiate. But I walked away from the beautiful farm and a beautiful ceremony mindful of the joy of a simple life.
And no one can talk to a horse of course.
That is of course, unless the horse, is the famous mister Ed.
People yackity yack a streak, and waste their time of day.
But Mr. Ed will never speak,
unless he has something to say.
Thank you dad for teaching me to enjoy life.
Thank you to the Cox family for reminding me.
Thank you to my bride whom I enjoy being with every day.
And thank you Nick at Nite, wherever you are in cable land.