Happy Again?
April 20th, 2004 byMy dad has been kidnapped by aliens. His brain has been replaced. He is not the same man.
I’d rather see him happy than ease my discomfort. I keep telling myself that over and over again. He deserves it. He deserves it in the same way I don’t know if I do. It’s been a few months shy of two years since my mom died. I suppose I knew this was coming. I didn’t know when, and I didn’t have any idea how fast it would come, or with what level of intensity. But I knew it would happen eventually. He’s met someone.
Actually, “met someone” isn’t the best way to describe it. He’s re-met someone from before he was married to my mom. How he managed to rekindle something from more than 40 years ago is a weird thing for me to understand. Was it always there? Maybe keeping him from loving my mom as completely as he could? That’s the question that keeps popping into my head. Something just doesn’t feel right about it. This woman has inspired fabulous changes in my dad… I think. It’s hard for me to figure out why they didn’t happen before. It’s just a lot to think about. And honestly, I wouldn’t even mention this if there weren’t such a creepy feeling about it hovering around my head.