The rest of the family decided to stay at my grandparents' house tonight. So, I'm alone at my parents' house -- and it's weird.
My parents aren't here. The dog, sadly, isn't here.
It's too quiet.
Mostly, though, I've realized that it's not my house. It's not my home. It's just where my parents reside.
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This evening, at the hospital, I watched as my sister's big green eyes filled with tears. She couldn't help it. Later, she said that she wouldn't have cried if my mother had been there.
I know what she means. My mom has a way of making everything easier for us -- for everyone -- to handle. I wish she were here.
Update: This is the note I left my parents the next morning.
It's a good thing that, after all these years, they sort-of "get" me.
6 comments:
So sorry to hear about your grandfather and everything you're going through. Hoping for the best. Take care.
best wishes to you and your family.
You're in my thoughts and prayers.
Also, a side note. The cruise lines has ways of contacting guests in these types of situations.
I want you to know that you and your family are in my thoughts.
Hang in there, kiddo. My thoughts are with you and your family.
Yeah, hang in there, Dara. Best wishes...
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