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I do one little thing and I feel like I need a nap. I guess being angry takes it out of you.
I am angry that I have to deal with my family. I am angry that my sister is likely in Connecticut right now pocketing valuables. I will bet the one thing I want will be mysteriously missing.
I am also angry that my Dad never went and saw any National Parks. He wanted to, but was counting on some group trip with his brothers in law that was never going to happen. He'd been wanting to go to them for pretty much ever. He had to travel extensively for work, but almost always to other countries. He wanted to see America.
I sent him lots of guide books and photo books. I had his Christmas present for this year picked out, a two volume autobiography of a Parks Ranger talking about all the behind the scenes and logistical stuff of running the parks. I also bought a copy of the first volume for myself but I haven't read it yet.
I'd been trying to get him to meet me at Zion National Park. I thought it would be a good fit for both of us. No cars are allowed so I wouldn't have to deal with him trying to drive. I didn't push hard enough.
I hadn't seen him since well before Mom died. He visited my sister a lot but not me.
I am angry that I have to deal with my family. I am angry that my sister is likely in Connecticut right now pocketing valuables. I will bet the one thing I want will be mysteriously missing.
I am also angry that my Dad never went and saw any National Parks. He wanted to, but was counting on some group trip with his brothers in law that was never going to happen. He'd been wanting to go to them for pretty much ever. He had to travel extensively for work, but almost always to other countries. He wanted to see America.
I sent him lots of guide books and photo books. I had his Christmas present for this year picked out, a two volume autobiography of a Parks Ranger talking about all the behind the scenes and logistical stuff of running the parks. I also bought a copy of the first volume for myself but I haven't read it yet.
I'd been trying to get him to meet me at Zion National Park. I thought it would be a good fit for both of us. No cars are allowed so I wouldn't have to deal with him trying to drive. I didn't push hard enough.
I hadn't seen him since well before Mom died. He visited my sister a lot but not me.
