fog is lifting

This last month or so has been a big fog. I roboticly get things done and wait for the phone to ring. I hate myself for not being with my dad when he needs me most. And know it wouldn't do any good any how.

Dear Val Webber my Step Mom passed away. Saturday June 13, 2009

The wait is over. Her pain is gone and now the peaces are left to be picked up. After she was lade to rest Wednesday lightness came over me. I am still mad at the unfairness of this. She was to young and had to much life to live for, to have gone so soon. But I am not sad for her. She is with God and it was like peace entered our home when she let go of her body and entered heavens gates.

So life here moves on. I aic for my dad. I get angry for silly things. Like James going on about season passes for snowboarding and what CVA will pay. I mean that's like half my budget for the school year. And the other half goes to the YMCA witch he insists on us doing also. Sure we will all go snow boarding, but the boys wont have books. Gahh. I just don't get the man.

I just miss being home. And fined it so strange that after all this time MI is still home. SO much of my heart is there. I guess that will never change.