Moving On

I remember coming home. I lived in a trance for the first two months...my mind in one place..my heart in another. It was some sort of relief to go back to school..good ole WIU. Starting my soph. year. It was rough. I remember that my Mom would call and yell at me for really no good reason. Just because I think she needed to vent, and its easy to pick on somebody that cant easily fight back...but let me back up...
My dad had been moved to a rehab place in Wheaton IL. I visited him, and now I was getting used to his condition....It was tough..but I was able to separate the old dad vs. the new dad. I remember the nurse asked if I could give him a bath and he said I didnt have to. I remember saying.. "Dad of course I will". He would do the same thing for me in an instant. It was good to talk to him, and just spend time with him. Looking back, I know that my Dad had some brain damage, but he was humbled by God, and his heart was open.. It was the person that I got to see some with old dad, but it was covered by frustration and alcohol. Now that soft, loving person was the only one present, and it was good. I think it was good for my Mom to hear how much my Dad loved her. I think that she still needs that. But I visited him often, and finally went back to school.
Again, school was tough...grinding..but I will never forget the call that I got one morning about 6 am. The day my Father died, presumably from a heart attack...I was sad and glad at the same time. He didnt have to suffer anymore, struggling through life to do basic tasks. I remember I called Moes and asked him if he could pick me up and take me home because I didnt have a car.. He did.. It was a quiet ride home, but I knew he would come get me..That is the type of friend he is, the type of person he is, and why he is the friend that everybody wants, not like me. I am a tough person to know I think, but once you figure out my personality.. I think you understand me. But thats another blog.....
TBC...