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By Mary Lou Cook
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I looked pass the swishing windshield wipers to see a white blanket of snow. Because of the thick, falling snow, I missed the turn off. In this weather it would be impossible to find a place to turn around. Out of complete frustration, I made a u turn right in the middle of the road, no traffic to worry about. No sane person would be out driving in this mess. My biggest worry is I would get the truck stuck in the middle of the road to no where. Ben’s frozen body, and mine, would not be found till the spring thaw. I struggled to turn the truck around, finally got it turned around and headed back.
“Ben, are you still upset with me? I know how much you dislike the cold and the snow. I shouldn’t have made you come with me. I should have let you stay with your friend, Ian. Before we left, I watched the Weather Channel, nothing mentioned about bad weather. Not even the Weather Channel can predict the Adirondack weather. That is supposed to be a joke. Okay, have it your way, sat over there and pout.”
As I slowly drove through the thick, falling snow, I desperately looked for the turn off. I didn’t dare miss it again; Ben would never get over his attitude. I noticed a road sign covered in snow; hopefully this would be the right turn off. After the turn, I started up another snow covered road.
“Ben, you are right, this is crazy for us to be out in this kind of weather. I knew by the look on your face you were not keen on the idea of coming up here. This is all my idea, my entire fault. Please don’t be mad at me, somehow I will make it up to you, I promise.”
On the side of the road I noticed a familiar name written on the side of a mail box. I drove the truck into the narrow, snow covered driveway, around the next curve sat a small log cabin. I barely got parked when the cabin door flew open.
I got out of the truck, and looked up at the porch to see my parents standing there. Dad wore his favorite flannel shirt, Mom had wrapped Dad’s old winter coat around her shoulders. With each of my visits, I noticed my parents grow older; it made me realize how quickly time passes. I walked over to the other side of the truck to open Ben’s door.
“Merry Christmas Mom and Dad.”
Michele, you shouldn’t be out driving in a blizzard,” Mom said sternly.
“It’s Christmas day, I wanted to be home.”
“I swear girl, you’ve always been way too independent for your own good,” Dad said with a smile, “Get up here and give me a hug. What is Ben’s problem?”
“Ben’s problem is his attitude; he is upset with me because I made him get out in this cold weather, on the entire trip up here he glared at me.”
“Ben, come see your grandma,” said Mom.
Ben jumped out of the truck to happily greet his grandparents.
Dad laughed and said, “Michele, how about you getting married and giving us grandkids, instead of this over sized, hair bag dog for a grandson?”
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