Mountain memories will never leave me
Driving down a rocky and steep road, good times in North Carolina were on my mind.
On Sunday, I drove back to Atmore from a special time with my father and two brothers. We met up and had a great time together. It was something I’ll never forget.
This trip was something we had planned for quite a while. It took some juggling to decide what the best date was to get together.
Last week, we four did a lot and I was way too sad to depart from the good times and enter back into reality.
Being on the side of a mountain for four days can really make you appreciate the quiet and peace of life. We all get too busy and hectic to stop and think about what we have.
Every night, I felt this peace with my brothers and father, and I am grateful.
Throughout our stay on the mountain, we took care of some upkeep that needed to be done, like cutting down a tree and building a shed for my father.
Once each day ended with the sweet cool night air, and a good meal and good fellowship, I smiled because it was the end of a great day.
There wasn’t a dull moment during our trip.
The worst moment was waking up on Sunday morning and realizing that I had a more-than six-hour drive ahead of me.
Once I got down the mountain and in a direction, I couldn’t help but think back about our time together.
I’ll never forget the time we spent together, whether it be laughing or the occasional yelling at each other — hey, we’re brothers.
Those times will always stay with me, just like having to see my dad disappear once I rounded a turn out of the drive way.
Although sad coming out of the drive, I managed a little smile as I turned onto the main road.
You know why?
Because nobody can take these memories from me.