about my dad. He doesn’t seem himself.
He left for Denver last night for a seminar for work. He told us kids not to tell my mom’s sister, who lives outside Denver, because he didn’t want to see her.
All fine and dandy. She is weird and she was a shitty sister, so no harm done.
Yesterday I get on FB and I see my cousin, who is visiting my aunt, has a status that my dad is arriving tonight and they are headed to the mountains the following day.
Weird, my dad is not fond of his sister in law, so this makes no sense. And of course, he told know one of his plans while out there.
All 4 of us kids have heard dad tell this story that he thought my aunt was hitting on him and that she always kind of has. He thinks she was always jealous of my mom and dad. My aunt has been divorced three times and never has had any luck throughout her life. But she dug her own grave as well.
It’s is just weird to think what might be happening out West.
So this afternoon, I called my dad. He answered, but sounded like shit. He said he was tired, didn’t sleep well (and never does) and that his medication was off. This drew my ire as he blamed his last behavior episode on his meds and that was well over a month ago.
Who knows, maybe the time zones fucked him up or the thin air, I don’t know. He was very short on the phone and we basically said nothing to each other.
I’m just worried about him. I know he has it tough.
But that’s me, I worry about others because I care so damn much for the few people in my life that I think are “worth it.”
I will give them my all. No matter what. Through thick and thin. I can be counted on, I can be trusted. don’t need much. Just love and support.
So as I worry about my dad, I feel ok in a sense too. He knows I am here, maybe he just needs to find his own way right now.