I am disappointed. My relationship with my dad, I thought, was one where we could actually communicate and talk. Last night my brother called and said, "So what do you think of dad's latest bit of news?" I didn't know what he meant, so I asked him to explain. He told me that dad called him last Wednesday and told him, "I've sold the house, so am I able to move in with you?" We didn't know he had the house on the market. We didn't know he was considering putting the house on the market.
It's a sad thing that my childhood home is going to be sold to strangers. Sad but inevitable. It was going to happen some day... my brother has his own home and I have my own out here in Arizona. The thing that upsets and disappoints me is that... my dad didn't even mention it. And I talked to him on Monday!
I know it's got to be emotional for him... selling the home you've had for almost 35 years (April 1976 is when we moved in). But, hey... give us a little credit and consider that maybe we'd be a little moral support. We love him more than the dang house. I just wish we'd have had a little advance knowledge instead of, "house has been sold." And especially that my dad had been the one to tell me instead of letting me find out from my brother. Seriously, my dad has had Danny be the one to tell me every bit of bad news, from this to the phone call when mom died.
Ugh. Okay that's my rant for today... Happy Hump Day.
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