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I recently mailed a letter and some photos to my uncle and aunt in Texas. (I was being retro.)
I received an email from my uncle this morning, and after I read it I burst into tears. I don't know if they were tears of joy or sadness. I told him in the letter about Cullen asking me to marry him (which they didn't even know yet) and he told me how proud he is of me and how proud my dad would've been/is. He said a lot of kind words and sounded soooo happy to hear from me. Throughout the email I could just hear his deep southern draw. He sounds just like my dad.
I miss my family so flippin' much. I miss Texas too.
I feel like there is a part of me that I haven't been in touch with in quite some time. A part of me that my own fiance hasn't even seen. It breaks my heart. I feel like I've lived so many different lifes. Mostly seperated into two. Texas life. Florida life.
The other day Cullen and I went to my sister's for dinner. She pulled out this old box that my dad used to keep in one of his junk drawers in his dresser. I recognized it immediately. I hadn't seen it in YEARS. I didn't even know that my sister had it. I knew she had his coin collection, but not all that other stuff. His wallet was in there which held pictures of my sister and I from the time we were babies to teenagers. Little pieces of paper with his chicken scratch hand writing. His work ID photo. That alone made me cry. Also in the box was this pink, red and green strawberry bandana that either me or my sister got for him. He used to wear it rolled up and around his head when he mowed the yard so sweat wouldn't get in his eyes. There was countless items in there. Things I haven't seen since before he died.
His birthday just passed. He would've been 49. He was only 41 when he passed. I haven't cried for him in quite a while. It felt good afterward. I miss him so much.
*whew*
I received an email from my uncle this morning, and after I read it I burst into tears. I don't know if they were tears of joy or sadness. I told him in the letter about Cullen asking me to marry him (which they didn't even know yet) and he told me how proud he is of me and how proud my dad would've been/is. He said a lot of kind words and sounded soooo happy to hear from me. Throughout the email I could just hear his deep southern draw. He sounds just like my dad.
I miss my family so flippin' much. I miss Texas too.
I feel like there is a part of me that I haven't been in touch with in quite some time. A part of me that my own fiance hasn't even seen. It breaks my heart. I feel like I've lived so many different lifes. Mostly seperated into two. Texas life. Florida life.
The other day Cullen and I went to my sister's for dinner. She pulled out this old box that my dad used to keep in one of his junk drawers in his dresser. I recognized it immediately. I hadn't seen it in YEARS. I didn't even know that my sister had it. I knew she had his coin collection, but not all that other stuff. His wallet was in there which held pictures of my sister and I from the time we were babies to teenagers. Little pieces of paper with his chicken scratch hand writing. His work ID photo. That alone made me cry. Also in the box was this pink, red and green strawberry bandana that either me or my sister got for him. He used to wear it rolled up and around his head when he mowed the yard so sweat wouldn't get in his eyes. There was countless items in there. Things I haven't seen since before he died.
His birthday just passed. He would've been 49. He was only 41 when he passed. I haven't cried for him in quite a while. It felt good afterward. I miss him so much.
*whew*