I’ve lived here almost a year; Dad hasn’t been here since Christmas. With all the snow and the bright sunshine today, he didn’t recognize the house. Said he’d driven back and forth past it at least four times, and I guess none of them was the times I’d been outside, looking. He doesn’t have a cell. When he was an hour-and-a-half late, I called the house, and he was home. We’ll try again next week.
This hurts like a son-of-a-bitch.
I don’t know what’s gonna come out, but I’m gonna go pray. Because I don’t know what else to do.
5 comments:
Poor you. Disappointment, even when you weren't necessarily totally looking forward to things, is a pain.
Now you have to psyche yourself up all over again.
No, I think it'll be okay, DP, thanks. I prayed, starting with the Serenity Prayer, because when in doubt, it's a good place to start. And the next thing out of my mouth was, "Poor Dad."
For some reason, the voice mail he'd left as soon as he got home didn't show up til the next day. I heard his voice though -- he was tired, sick, and frustrated with himself. I think I've moved over to his side of things.
Kate - I'm at a loss for words - particularly because this strikes so close to home for me, for different reasons, but similar emotions.
Here's my best shot: At this point in your relationship, the main thing is to find a way to keep love in your heart. Anything else will ruin your soul.
I see by your comment that you are doing just that. Good on 'yer.
The Serenity Prayer is indeed a very good place to start - I wish I could think of that more often myself. God bless.
(((Kate))) I'm late, but still my thoughts and prayers are with you. This is too hard.
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