Love Not Found – Ch24, p37

Somehow I managed to get this page done even though my car died its final death and I had to go out and get a new (used) car yesterday and my kiddo is home sick. I owned the old one outright (no monthly payments), but I've been throwing so much money into continually fixing it up in the last year. I won't be throwing heaps into it, but I've got monthly car payment now, but at least it works! LOL Anyway, got the page done! Feeling good about the result!

5 thoughts on “Love Not Found – Ch24, p37

  1. Wow, I am just glad you’re okay and was able to afford that! Hope your kiddo feels better soon!

    Anyway, this is a lovely remembrance!

    1. Me too! It puts me in squeaking by territory adding a car payment onto my current expenses, but I was able to find a used one in good condition that wasn’t crazy expensive and got it right before the tariffs go into effect, so I got a better deal than if I had waited. Just stinks to have to do it. Was hoping my old car would hang on just a bit longer. Also, thank you! Kiddo is doing well and resting.

  2. Interesting to see his recollections of his young daughters involve memories of physical touch. Holding Evette, steadying Abeille. Seems like he was ok with being a hands-on parent.

  3. That is a very sincere and endearing eulogy, Mallow. Someone who actually treasured his daughters for who they truly are.

  4. This is super pretty, but I feel like neither of the parents actually knew Evette. His memories are basically of her childhood, and watching her grow up but notice he doesn’t say anything about her AFTER she grew up.
    Did they know anything about her? I only say this because I had a similar experience with my family in the way that they thought they knew everything about me, but didn’t. When asked why the information they thought they knew was wrong, I told them that they never bothered to ask me about well…me.
    In a way I’m similar to Evette that way. I was the perfect kid, with a toned down version of the mom, who immediately quieted down when I said “Do you even know what my all time favorite movie is?” and she couldn’t answer. All their stories of me were of my childhood and my triumphs (Im the only college graduate in my family), but both my parents couldn’t even tell you what my favorite color is. I get that vibe from the same page here, intentional or not.
    I didn’t expect this page to hit me in such a personal way, and sorry for the long post. For those wondering, unlike Abeille ‘s mom, mine went to therapy to fix that, and our relationship is better, but it took her a long time to get there. And for the record, my All time favorite movie is a very cliché one, Howl’s Moving Castle.

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