I know I have slacked off on this lately. This past weekend was filled with so much school work/real work/ family drama, I really didn't have time to sit down and relax until now. Let's see. I should get the family drama out of the way. My father's wife has convinced him to move up to Winston Salem with her family. She moved to Georgia 3 years ago and yet has been unable to get a job for some reason closer than back in NC This is just a plain out mystery to me how that is possible.
Is there a difference in office secretarial qualifications from NC to GA?
Anyway, my father didn't know I was in Washington when he called the first time so he insisted that it was imperative that I call him when I got home and that he didn't want to tell me until then. You should know that telling me that is the absolutely worst way of getting me to calmly wait until I am home. Instantly, I started calling my family members and coming up with a nonchalantly way of just making sure they were alive. I was on Facebook looking at everyone's profile pages, just hoping that there wasn't one with a "get well soon" or a "We will miss you" post. Not knowing what the inevitable doom is can be so freaking stressful. After an early flight home to Georgia that morning, I drove up to Commerce just to find out that they were going to rent out the house and move closer to where SHE works. My little brother apparently still has his umbilical cord attached to my father since he has swore that he is not going to talk to him anymore and is being the big baby that he always has been. Honestly.. I am happy for him. I really am. He had decided to do something, no matter what other people think of it, that makes him happy.
When my mother passed, she left my father in a big house that was build especially for her. Her ghost/memory is in every single board, every single nail, the paint has her fingerprints in it. When I get the time to spend the night there, I always wake up early and half expect my mother to be at the kitchen island making scrambled eggs and toast. When Braxton and I walk through the woods, I can still see her shuffling her feet among the oak leaves so that the little critters of the forest run in fear. I do understand that my father misses her every time he sets foot in the house. I know I do. So, when he tells me that his wife and he aren't comfortable there, it makes sense to me. I want my father to be happy. I really do. The distance isn't going to be that difficult to me since I am used to being so far away and I don't mind driving to where they are going to live. But, having that house empty is going to be stranger to me than anything. There used to be so much love in that house. There used to be so much warmth. All that is gone now. I already feel like a stranger in my own parents house since his wife moved down here.
I guess this is just the natural progression of life.
