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In part one of this journey I talked about the day I found out that my dad had left home. I remember the flight from Seattle to Winnipeg very clearly. It really was like a dream that I hoped to wake up from. The thoughts of “did this really happen? This is a joke? I will be so relieved when it all works itself out soon” kept coming into my head. The fear and nervousness upon landing was overwhealming.
James, my brother in law picked my up at the airport and I remember asking if it was really true. We drove through the city and he updated me on what had transpired so far. They had a police hunt out for my dad and the woman he was with. Their car had broken down somewhere in Ontario and they had hopped on a bus and continued east. No one had heard from him, no one could find him and everyone was worried and in a state of shock.
I remember walking into my parents house, the same house that I had grown up in and seeing the living room full of people sitting on the floor and the couch. My mom came over to me and just wept as I held her. I clearly remember her apologizing over and over that this had happened and it was what I was coming home to. I really had no emotion to give at that time, I was numb and in shock.
It is crazy when I look at the the good friends that are in my life today as most of them I met for the first time that evening in my parents house. Friends who stood by my mom and came by her house daily for weeks to bring her comfort and just to sit with her in a time where there were no words to give. Friends like Colin and Jodene and and Allan and Pat Herbert. Thank you so much for the support that you gave to my mom during those first few months when she had nothing to give to herself.
There are many people I will be thanking as I journey through this with you, most of whom I will only remember through this time of remembering. That night, after a long time of crying, silence and prayer we all went home or went to sleep dreading another day, but knowing it was inevitable.
Picture by Amy Cunningham
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