Second Time Around


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My daughter is moving out this weekend.  When she moved out a couple of years ago, there was degree on tension between us.  Neither of us were in a really solid frame of mind.

I was reacquainting myself with my sexuality which had remained dormant for close to thirty years. I was grappling with a host of emotions that were racing to the surface now that the dam had burst.

In all fairness, I can certainly appreciate my daughter’s confusion in the change that was occurring in me at that time.  Hell,  I didn’t understand what was going on with me.

She had her own issues that she was struggling with.  Still, we’ve always valued our relationship beyond all else and in our typical fashion we dealt with the issues as they arose and worked out our differences.

This has been an emotional week for me.  In an odd way I feel like I’ve come full circle yet I have been elevated.  I’m raising the bar on this thing called life and what I want to gain from the notion of living.

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Last night I was running with my group and we did the same route from a year ago.  The last run before everyone does the BMO 1/2 or full Marathon this weekend.

It was a beautiful spring day yesterday just as it was a year ago.

I sustained an injury in my calf muscle on the final run with my group last year right before the race.

This year I will be at the finish line handing out medals.  I’m looking forward to it.

As I was driving home I thought about when we first moved out to New Westminster four years ago.  Seemed to be a bit of ghost town at the time but in the last few years a renaissance has been taking place and I’ve really fallen in love with the place.  It is a friendly river community that likely has the smallest Santa Clause Parade ever (4 blocks in length).

New Westminster celebrates everything which I love!

And where else can you walk into a restaurant to find everyone playing a ukulele?

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When I got home my daughter had just arrived and on the spur of the moment I asked her if she’d like to go to dinner at the first restaurant we went to upon moving here. It was the Heritage Grill down on Columbia Street.

The Heritage is known for its live music.  They’ve now thrown in musical clubs such as the Uke Club.

We walked in and were serenaded with the likes of ‘King of the Road’, ‘Harvest Moon’, ‘Your Cheatin’ Heart’, ‘Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?’ just to name a few.

A woman named Danielle got up and sang a beautiful song in French. I tell ya, you haven’t lived until you’ve watched every patron of a restaurant excluding yourself play the ukulele!

After dinner we walked along the river for a while then made our way home.

It is a very different mood now as my daughter heads out on her own once more.  Eleven months have passed since she moved back in and occupied the futon that I’d set up after she moved out the first time.

The three words that I uttered almost a year ago were from the patio of the Heritage Grill as well.

“I’ve got Cancer.”

That evening she told me she was moving back in, that she’d take care of me.

At the beginning of this life chapter I was hesitant, I didn’t want to impose.  I am forever grateful for her love, care and support.

Now we are both ready to carry on with our lives.  I will be setting up a publishing company and will redo the room over the next few weeks.  Along with this I’ll be finishing up the last few legal issues then launch my book in June 2014.

I’m excited about this vision that I have.

My daughter has a host of creative endeavours she will be pursuing along with taking classes in September to build upon her education and further develop her skill set.

And yes, she is very excited as well.

The second time around we both have a vision for our respective futures.  And make no mistake, we’ll see each other often enough.

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Leo looking for his comfort zone on a Sunday morning!

But I will miss her and all her goofy little antics.  Her sleepy ‘Good Mornings’ and the air kiss ‘Goodnights’.  I’ll miss her and the cat curled up on my lap at night while we watch a bit of TV.  I’ll miss her funny faces.

We are moving forward.  Memories are the fabric of our life in many ways and we have so many more to write into history.

The future never looked brighter.

 

 

 

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