I stayed at my parents’ house for a while. That was an unusual experience. Except for during my recuperation I had not lived with them since early high school and most of the time I lived at school. I usually stayed with one of my sisters or my grandparents whenever I visited the country. Spending the night with my sisters is like a childhood sleepover. Staying with my grandparents is an adventure in diplomacy and decorum. Living with my parents was awkward. Not so much because Papa was ill but because I was no longer 15 years old. My habits and hobbies had become more adult. I think it naturally hard for a mother to treat her child like an adult after treating her like a child for so long.
I wish you well. I had my heart attack at 44. I retired at 45. I was granted a new life and it made me crazy for awhile. I had a second heart attack in Spain just before I turned 50. I lost my sense of dread then and have been oddly happy since. Invictus I suppose. Or just plain, "I am sick and tired and I am not gonna take this anymore!" I wish that I will be remembered as well as your pa.
ReplyDeleteI mean you should go back to SF and makes thing more interesting.
ReplyDeleteI don't think San Francisco needs me to be interesting. I haven't even been there in years.
ReplyDeleteHe was a wonderful man, not least for raising wonderful daughters.
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