Thursday, August 11, 2011

What a difference a year makes

My mom and Meg are in California, visiting Meg’s friend who is in the Navy and about to be deployed.

Meg’s friend’s mom happens to be one of my mom’s best friends/coworkers. They’ve worked together for years and years and they always marveled at how similar their daughters – who are exactly the same age – sounded.

They attended the same college so, just before the girls went off for their freshman year of school, the moms and daughters all got together for dinner, their similarities were confirmed, their friendship was formed and the rest is history.

But that isn’t what this is about.

This is about my father. At home by himself. While my mother is on vacation.

If you were reading my blog around this time last year, I probably don’t have to tell you that this stirs up some bad, bad memories that are never that far from the surface. Memories that start with a Friday night when my mom was on vacation and I got suspicious.

Last night, he sent me a text message: Wanna come over for dinner?

I couldn’t. Working until 9:00 pm cramps my style.

He responded: That’s okay.

A few hours later: Tomorrow?

Yes, Dad. Tomorrow. Tomorrow we will have dinner together because you are obviously a little lonely and because I am so, so grateful that we’ve made it back this far. To what feels like normal. Or damn close to normal, anyway.


my life is brilliant said...

Geez, I can't believe it's been a year. I have to say, I wondered if it would turn out this positively, but I'm so, so glad for you and your family that it has.

I know this has been a long, tough road for you guys. How wonderful that your parents have fought for what they have and that they've come so far that this weekend is what it is.

I know things may not be right where they were before, but I'm so glad for you that they've come so far.

A said...

Crazy, right? Can't say that - when we were in the thick of it - I thought it would end up this way, either. It certainly isn't perfect. And it still doesn't quite feel like it did before. But there's something to be said for going through hell and coming out on the other side, right?

Teagan B. Sawyer said...

That is pretty darn awesome that it has come to this a year later and you have come out the other side doing so well. :)

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