I knew when I started this blog that I would eventually need to write about my parents. I'm just now starting to be well and truly honest about my feelings regarding my relationship with them. I need a safe place to work through the emotions and ask for advice from peers.
The main reason this blog is anonymous-ish is that I want to keep it from being easily found by my parents. They would, of course, recognize my family and me from the content right away. I firmly believe in owning one's truth. The conundrum is being willing to write it out, knowing that if my dad finds this, I'll have to deal with the consequences. So be it.
Six days ago, we had a fantastic Sunday. It was one of the best days our family has had all summer! We'd been to a local town fair and parade, had a cookout with Hero's family, relaxed with cousins, remarked on the beautiful blue sky, and left before there were any meltdowns from the kids. I went to work, had a successful and productive shift, and came home to Hero just getting a meal on the table and kids running to hug me at the door.
Then my dad called in the middle of dinner. He's got great timing.
A little background: This year, my dad turned 70. He and my mom know that they may not have many more good and healthy years left. To celebrate the summer and his seventieth year, they decided to take an around-the-country tour of his brothers and sisters, and some of their friends. The trip ended up with them visiting my own brother in Pennsylvania. They'd been thinking about the fact that my brother is their designated medical power of attorney person, and that it could be good to be nearer to that person, should health concerns become an issue.
My Dad said that he and my mother will be moving halfway across the U.S. to live near my brother and his family. He told me that they had found a condo just minutes away from my brother's house, made an offer the same day they saw the condo, and that their offer was accepted.