I will look for you, but anyone named Golf Girl would kick my rearend on a golfcourse... but it could be fun! I'm lucky enough to see Pikes Peak each morning if that helps...
My dad was moved to hospice today. I went to see him tonight and turned on the Broncos game. Dad and I talked about a couple games we went to when I was growing up. We were just listening to the game, and Dad reached his hand out for mine and said 'this might be our last game'. Oh... did I cry like a baby! I feel like I'm 14, not 44! I will miss him so much. But I have to be thankful that he's been able to communicate with me some, and share nice thoughts like this one about football. He seemed more peaceful tonight in the room, and though I thought about spending the night, I came home to be with my kids.
Hard stuff... and we have no idea how long the process may take. I hope to just treasure each exchange, each day.
As far as H, I wrote abt the 180 of calling the other day. The next day I dropped off mail at the shop and was in and out in 5 mins. But I was lookin' good!! Wore a dress to work with heels (normally a jeans and t-shirt kinda gal) and based on the compliments I was getting at work, I'm confident he had to be thinking I looked good when I came into see him.
Tmrw, I go to his store to sell the ski passes. Doubt I'll see him, but plan to be confident and pleasant either way. It's his loss if he can't see what a great thing we could have together.
I still can not fathom how my H could not be more responsive to my sitch with my dad, or respond to my messages about bills, etc. He isn't a mean guy so I can only assume he doesn't know what to say. Continue trying to be nice, but not a doormat. Time will tell if it's the right course, but it feels right so I'm going with it.
