He was thinking that we should all go out anyway. We all had pretty new clothes and a free Saturday, after all. I politely replied something about her probably not being in the mood for a celebration in honor of a cancelled wedding this soon, and told him that our dresses had been returned.
Inside I railed, "In a time like this what she needs desperately is a FATHER, not an inappropriately-dressed, 47-year-old 'girl friend' and some drinks!"
I railed because I, too, wanted that father, and it seemed unfair to have to continue a relationship with no hope of his return.
i wish i could tell you i'll be by in a few minutes to give you a hug and punch the air and yell in unison in hopes of releasing a little of the pain caused by men we were supposed to call, Dad.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the love and understanding. Makes our Andrews all the more wonderful though, right?
ReplyDeleteit gives me another reason to compliment him, i'm sure it does for you too.
ReplyDeleteGosh, I'm sorry for your heartache (and your sister's). I'd also come over and hug you and yell about the stupidity, if I could. Why?!? I wish I knew.
ReplyDeleteThanks Deanna. I don't know that it will ever make sense.
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