Finding the new normal is going to be hard. After having
someone in your life, and being such a huge part of life, for almost sixty
years, it’s an odd feeling not to be able to pick up the telephone and hear that
familiar sweet voice. It’s weird not seeing, or hugging my daddy, or playing a
game of dominoes with him. Not to mention kissing that perpetual five o’clock shadow
scratchy cheek. I always loved the opportunity. Those memories will carry me
through the days while learning a new normal.
Leaving Dallas
today, after being here since that full moon night in January, is going to be hard.
Being with Momma, helping her, crying with her, laughing together, remembering wonderful
times with Daddy, and both so grateful he’s no longer in pain, has been a blessing.
It’s time, however, I go home.
It’s hard to let her go it alone. I have such mixed emotions.
I know she’ll be okay. She has over sixty six years of memories to hold on to
while she finds a new normal. She’s a strong woman. She’ll show me the way.
