Friday, December 3, 2010


Often over Thanksgiving I take one of my daughters to Pennsylvania and my wife takes the other one to Los Angeles California. It's a way for the girls to have solo time with their extended families and grandparents.

This year my mom and my youngest daughter drove north for near 3 hours to the area where my mom and dad grew up, and where my grandparents lived. My dad is not well, not able to travel so we left him behind in the nursing home. A few lovely girl cousins live in the area and it was great to see them, my people!

My mom's maiden name is Ide, she grew up in Idetown. We visited the cemetery where she and my dad will be buried... which was a trip. I came across my other grandma's tomb stone, she died when I was 6, I remembered her. Her husband, my mom's dad, died when my mom was 3. I can only imagine not being a dad growing up, what a burden, a psychic tear, you know something is missing but you don't know what, you see dad's in other families and must wonder why, how, what happened, what would that be like.