was not an auspicious one. On Saturday morning 'tP's dad died. This was not unexpected as he has been ill for a while, but the DH was more effected by the passing than he had expected. His growing up years were not too good (13 foster homes in 13 years, ie. in, out, in , out, you get the picture) and he was not close to his father. But in the last 10 years or so, the "bad dad" had been making an effort to get closer to his son and 'tP' was accepting of that. Like my mum says "your parents ARE your parents" and 'tP' desparately wanted loving folks. I think that is why he says my family is closer to him than his own.
Anyway, I am "hanging around" with him and doing what he wishes to do on this one.
I have done some "domestic goddessing" stuff, ie. laundry, ironing, mending and some baking, but no crafts today or yesterday. I think I shall survive, don't you?
We are going for a long drive today, even though it is pouring rain. I think he finds travelling a balm to the mind.
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Goals are put into perspective when we are called upon to meet life's trials. My thoughts are with you . . .
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