My idea was to drive from Canon City to Westcliffe, meet with the relatives somewhere neutral like The Feed Store, a pretty good place and one of the few in town. But, the cousin I am closest to was trapped in the middle by her older brother, whom is a bit of a butt head and insisting I had to come to their parents old home. My father had lived next door to them - there was no place I would rather not be than in that house.
So, I arrive. Male cousin is ploughed and continues drinking through the evening. Unlike years passed, he mellowed with increased alcohol content. He also has a friend from Phoenix with him. Nice guy, and his situation, I probably would have been quiet too!
MC found I was not going to fight with him over my father or my father's "life" - I agreed completely with him that father was without any excuse as a man. His bravado stolen, he just sat and sucked beers while friendly cousin and I reminisced about the good times with Gwen. Sad evening.
I did not want to go.
I did not want to remember my father.
But, I was forced to.
As I drove the one and a half hours back to the hotel ... I was forced to think on all of it.
He had brought a wonderful mother into my life and then squandered her.
And blamed me and Somer for not "taking" his side!
And then the disaster of his next marriage and what it did to me personally.
I did not want to remember.
I was forced to far too much!
It would please me if somehow, he made it into heaven.
He deserves the depths of hell, however.
Bleech!
Memories .....
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