Sunday, October 9, 2011

sunblah

well, my dad called me this morning.  i almost didn't answer due to not recognizing the number he was calling from (his sister's).  he wanted to know what was happening mid-afternoon, he'd like to stop by for a visit.
mid-afternoon ended up being 4:15.
i was about asleep on the couch and there was a knock at the door that made all the dogs start barking and startled me out of my snooze.  i sort of couldn't believe it that he was actually here.
he had a 6 pack of beer and a big smile.
we sat in the kitchen and talked about time that has passed.  his wife has the flu - that's why she didn't accompany him.  he said they had both been sick most of the trip so far.  i find that hard to believe knowing that they have had several cook outs with his sister and her children and go camping.
an hour later, he was walking out the door. 
and i'm ok with that. 

tomorrow at therapy, this is all i want to talk about.  of course, i anticipate getting there and not being sure what to say. 
we shall see....

i think i'm going to finish my nap.

2 Comments:

Blogger eatmisery said...

At least you got to see him before he left, right?

Stay strong, friend. And unload all you can in therapy. I wish you'd been able to see him more while he was there.

Everything happens because it's supposed to happen that way.

On another note, my word verification for this post was "triste," the Spanish word for sad. Ironic.

Sunday, October 9, 2011 at 9:54:00 PM EDT  
Anonymous e said...

Honestly, I think I'm over it.
the damage is done with me. anything further would be for the girls.
he's proved himself not worthy.

Sad, indeed.

Sunday, October 9, 2011 at 10:17:00 PM EDT  

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