Bittersweet Day - The End of Our Journey
Trip Start Sep 10, 2009
9Trip End Sep 18, 2009
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We headed across the road to IHOP and peeled off all of our layers, well most of our layers, and went inside and enjoyed a wonderful hot meal and plenty of hot coffee. Now it was time to suit up again and with heavy hearts hit I-77 and head South towards home.
Afterr leaving IHOP in Statesville, we remembered we wanted to go through Lincolnton, NC & stop by the main Post Office to take a picture of a mural on the wall that we had seen in a magazine.
It depicted a phase in my father's life, and the first job that he held, as a young man. We wanted to present him with a copy of the photograph that we took.
We walked in to the post office, rain gear still on, feeling the stares of the people that were inside. As we pulled out our cameras, I noticed one postal employee behind the counter with a fearful look in her eyes. I spoke to her and explained that we were on vacation and headed home and only wished to photograph the mural on their wall. I explained that my dad was a retired Rural Letter Carrier and had been very active in the S.C. Rural Letter Carriers Association until his retirement. He had seen a picture of the mural in a Letter Carriers monthly magazine and wanted a copy of it.
This was the reason we wanted to take the picture. She commented that she would have to ask the postmaster if that was allowed. She went in to the back and shortly after the postmaster came out to talk with us. We again explained our reason for being there, and requested to take the pictures.
After hearing our explanation, the postmaster smiled and told us that it would be ok for us to continue. He told us that because this was a Federal building they had to be wary of people taking pictures inside or around the building, but we could continue.
We took our pictures, thanked the postmaster and climbed back on our 'trusty steel horse' and continued our homeward journey.
As we drove along we both were reminiscing of the previous days, how fast they had gone by and how we wished the vacation could have been longer.
The ride homeward held a quiet, bittersweetness to our feelings and our conversation. But after a while we began to acclimate to the idea that we were actually going home to our own little 'piece of the world', the place where we've found and experienced much happiness together. We slowly succumbed to the reality that, "There 'IS' no place like home."
As we crossed the border into South Carolina,
the sky opened up and cried tears of joy upon us, to welcome us back.
After the short shower, we were greeted by partly cloudy skies and embraced by warm streams of sunlight, that peeked in and out of the clouds as a child playing a game of 'hide & seek'.
I am with you and will watch over you wherever you go, and I will bring you back to this land" Genesis 28:15