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Sad things happen
Ooh... these little earthquakes... here we go again. Two sad things have happened. First, I wrote kfb a letter on Friday laying out a few things and saying we both needed to take about three giant steps back on the Soyfetus-Kfb Relationship 2.0, because boldly pushing it into places it's never gone before is maybe not for the best. I got an awfully terse response. :( Still, I don't have any idea what else I might have done that would have been better for all concerned.
Second, my dad's neighbor Mr. T has died. This guy was a friend and did many odd jobs for my dad over the last 20 years... he was a bit older and smoked a lot, and so his death can't be much of a surprise, but with every death I think my father sees more of a closing down than a cycle. I have wondered often in the last few weeks why I'm getting less email from him, whether it's a good thing or a bad thing, but I don't know. One thing about having a close relative with poor mental health: you learn detachment in a serious way. I'd better write him back though.
Despite these things, I feel all right today. The long weekend was as restful as some week-long vacations I've had, maybe in part because I was so flattened by the heat and just sat around reading. I got one or two of those days that seem to last a preternaturally long time. So... now to just see if I can make this week a productive one.
Second, my dad's neighbor Mr. T has died. This guy was a friend and did many odd jobs for my dad over the last 20 years... he was a bit older and smoked a lot, and so his death can't be much of a surprise, but with every death I think my father sees more of a closing down than a cycle. I have wondered often in the last few weeks why I'm getting less email from him, whether it's a good thing or a bad thing, but I don't know. One thing about having a close relative with poor mental health: you learn detachment in a serious way. I'd better write him back though.
Despite these things, I feel all right today. The long weekend was as restful as some week-long vacations I've had, maybe in part because I was so flattened by the heat and just sat around reading. I got one or two of those days that seem to last a preternaturally long time. So... now to just see if I can make this week a productive one.
*hugs*
Les bummehrs.
I understand about needing a wall between yourself and your dad :( *Hugs*
Good luck with that productivity crap. Feel free to send some my way if you have any left over.
Thanks guys (both of you)
My dad, that's worse. People keep dying around him, a lot of them, and only one in the last year was a suicide (attributable to him hanging around a lot of depressed vets and the like). This one was just a normal heart attack, but my dad is fragile. I wrote to him listing some of the many positive memories I have of Mr. T, and assuring him that Mrs. T doubtless appreciated his help in taking out the body (ecch). Frankly, I don't know if I ever do any good for my dad, and the emails I write him barely even sound like me. But, he says they help and I keep writing them. No worries, I'm not upset today; I'm just saying all this because I know I never posted much about him and that means you might not know the back story.