I get the point!

This afternoon, after a day cooped up inside with three youngsters, I decided to take us all for a ride. We packed up in the car and just took off driving.  My dad and I used to go on these drives, we could ride around for hours and just look at the scenery, talk, listen to music, and never get bored of it.  I took off down our road, FM 55 and just drove....and drove...and drove...  Before too long, two of the three kiddos were asleep, and I was further down our road than I'd ever traveled.  The next road sign I saw was for Avalon. Avalon! I had driven further than I realized! I decided to take a cut off the main road and, in the spirit of my dad, go a little further down a country road we had once traveled. I headed toward Bardwell.
Bardwell is a little nothing town between Avalon and Ennis. There are two policemen, a gas station, grainery, and cemetary.  The cemetary my dad is burried in, actually.  As I came closer, I decided I should go pay him a visit. Afterall, it has been 7 years since he's passed away, and probably 6 years since I've been to visit him.
As I turned into the cemetary, it was almost difficult to remember the exact spot of our family plot.  I had to drive up and down three rows before it came back to me! I felt so horrible!
I got out of the car, and went to go visit my dad.  As I walked up, I started to feel terrible, even more terrible than before. The gravestone had grass grown up around it, and the flowers that had been placed so long ago were falling over and faded.  I felt as if I had let my dad down. I started to cry, and clean.
Bent over in the middle of the cemetary, pulling weeds and scraping mud off of a headstone, I spoke to my dad and let him know how sorry I was for not coming by more often. I let him know all sorts of things, and then as I was tidying up a little more, wiping the dirt and pulling those weeds, ants swarmed all over my feet and hands!!! I was being attacked by ants! They were biting me all over! I started jumping around like a mad woman trying to get the dang things off of me! They had completely covered my dad's side of the headstone! I though to myself.....yeah, I get it! I get the point!!! My dad and all his spit and fire, was letting me know just what he thought. I just started to laugh.
God, I love that man. He might be in heaven, but can still act devilish.