Loneliness and Remarriage
So even though my dad came here to visit here for two weeks, I only really saw him for several days. The rest of the time he was visiting old high school friends all around California, plus had a weekend mini highschool reunion in Vegas.
He got to see Celine Dion, who he was raving about, even though he had nosebleed seats.
He was in San Diego earlier this week, visiting his best friend. I had called him while he was out there, and asked him if he was having a good time. He said he was going around town and sightseeing a lot. ‘Did you take a lot of pictures?’ I asked. He said he didn’t, because he didn’t want to take pictures of himself alone. It was a painful reminder that whenever my dad and mom would take trips together, he would come back with rolls and rolls of my mother in front of whatever thing they were seeing. My mom in front of the Grand Canyon. My mom in front of the White House, etc. And then there would be the pictures of them together. Rarely did my father take a picture alone.
I knew that he was really missing my mom during the trip. He had so much time to himself, time that was usually spent by my mom going shopping or seeing the sights she wanted to see. He also had forgotten so many things for the trip, things that usually my mom packed for their trips together.
When he came back, I asked him how his trip went. He had mentioned that many of his friends had told him that they knew people they could fix him up with. I don’t know how he reacted to it, but he seemed pretty lighthearted telling it. Me, I guess it’s all a little raw for me still. He also mentioned an old classmate who was a widow, who insisted on taking a picture with him so that he could show it to his daughters to see what they think. It was humorous to my dad, but to me, I was a bit horrified. He then said, ‘You know, you’re mom said that it was okay if I remarried, but if she didn’t like her, she would come back and tell us.’
Yeah, she said, that…I remember hearing about it…that’s my mom for you. Leave it up to her to think of my dad’s happiness after she was gone. She wouldn’t want my dad to be alone. Of course, she has the power of veto by coming back to this earthly plane if she didn’t approve.
But as for me…I think I’ll pass on having a step mom for now.
But my dad had a great time, hanging out with old friends and for the first time in a while, getting some rest and having some fun.
This sheep is a whole lotta sheep…No need to wonder what a sheep looks like if it hasn’t had it’s hair cut in 6 years. Makes one curious as to what sheep did before humans started cutting their hair…did they just walk around with little sheep dreadlocks?
