You asked for it, so I'm giving it to you. BTB, not really; RAAC, again, nope. But it's the follow-up that I could envisage. I'm sure that you will all have your opinions on how it should have turned out, and feel free to share.
I took the opportunity to correct a couple of mistakes, Dan's wife was Laura, not Lisa, a sign that I should have got it edited properly. And to the user that pointed out that it wouldn't take 6 hours to get to anywhere across North Carolina...Just imagine lots and lots of roadwork...eek.
Enjoy
Tician.
Destroyed - A decade later
I am just helping Jack with his tie and making sure he is looking the part, it's the same as I have just done with Conor his twin brother. At eight years old they can be a handful; I don't remember my other twins being as active as these two at their age but they say age can blur reality. My seven-year-old daughter, Laura, looks beautiful in her dress. I can't get past the make-up she has been allowed to wear today as a treat, she is a mirror of her mother. My gorgeous wife, Claire, kisses me and wishes me luck as she goes to take her place.
The wedding planner is running around like a headless chicken, I thought the idea was she was supposed to keep us all calm but hey I'm just doing what I'm told.
"You ready Dad!" My daughter asks.
I turn to look at the bride and have to catch my breath. That smile and glint in her eye it just how her mother used to look at her age. For a split second, in my mind, I'm whisked away to nearly thirty years ago when I first held her mother naked in my arms. Fortunately, I shake those thoughts away and offer my daughter my arm for her to hold as we prepare to walk down the aisle.
As we start the long walk to the altar, I look around with a sense of pride at being in this position. I see the faces in the pews as we pass and think back to the last ten years and how things have changed...
The first week of living with Mom was all about finding a new normal. I had given myself a week's grace period before I started my new job for this very reason.
A couple of things happened in that week that showed me things were going to be alright. Firstly, a couple of days after moving in I got to meet my new neighbours. To one side there was a couple in their eighties who were very pleasant but you could see that they were struggling. The wife did let me know that their daughter was pushing for them to move in with her as she had the space and could help them in the coming years.
On the other side was a lady in her fifties called Dee. She had lost her husband a few years back but now had her son back living with her. Dale was in his late twenties and had just spent the last eight years in the army. He was in the process of retraining to be a care nurse as he said that he would never be out of work. I couldn't argue with his logic and he said that things he had seen in the army had prepared him for anything. They knew the situation with Mom and had been good neighbours before Dad's passing. Dale offered his services if I ever needed it and I immediately took him up on his offer. I explained that I needed to spend a couple of days each week in the office. Dee also added that she would help if Dale had to be in class or was out. So, we agreed to some financial set up and I got a support structure straight away which was going to be priceless.
Working in my new job was good for me as it gave me a fresh outlook and something to focus on. It was just me and my assistant Claire. Claire was new to the industry but picked up things very quickly. She was also a 'glass was always half full' kind of character, bubbly and quite outgoing. She was always able to put a smile on my face when I was in the office. She was in her early thirties and a figure to die for which helped the scenery when I was there. She often had to bring paperwork over to the house which meant we had more time together. Over time, those visits became longer and longer as she would hang around rather than run off home.
The other thing that happened was that I got a call from the Real Estate Office on the second Monday to say that the key exchange had gone through seamlessly and we were all done. I heard nothing from Miranda not that I expected to. But the second week I did get a call from my daughter Kelly which surprised me. Neither of my kids had ever tried to contact me since the divorce so it put me on the back foot.
"Kelly, what did I do to deserve the honour of your calling?"
"Uh hi, Dad."
"Oh! So, it's Dad now? I thought that good old Dan had that privilege?" I questioned wanting to make sure she knew all about what had been happening recently.
"Yeah, uhm look, Dad, I'm trying to reach Mom. Is she at home with you, no one has spoken to her in the last week and the last call we had was when she was at home with you. I know Dan went over to the house last week but no one answered and we don't where else to look?"
"Sorry Kelly, your mom called in to discuss a couple of things and I haven't seen her since. Is there anything else?"
"Oh no, nothing else. How are you?"