Just Simply Holly

It’s been YEARS since my step father looked at my mother and told her he’d never forgive my husband for something that didn’t even affect his life (my step fathers). I’ve dealt with it for so long that I don’t even give it a second thought about it most of the time. But yesterday, while talking to my husband about the funeral I have to attend tomorrow, he turned and looked at me and asked, “I’m won’t be allowed to attend, will I?”. And then it hit me, for the first time in a LONG time, why can’t he just let it go? Not my husband, my stepfather.

So, I made the obligatory phone calls to the people that would know, they said they’d make a few phone calls and get back with me in a few minutes. And while I was waiting I got angry, REALLY angry! The thought of saying goodbye to Del tomorrow and not having my husband there for support made me angrier than I’ve been in quite some time! And if he couldn’t be there, it would be because of a “man” who knew Del for one hell of a lot less time than I did, and someone who never had a care or concern about Del either. I was stewing and was tempted to find some Callaway irons, so that if they did tell me my husband wasn’t going to be able to be there for me, I could pound them to a pulp.

Then the phone rang, and what I heard almost made me drop the phone. The words were “There won’t be a single problem with him being there”. Guess I can put the clubs away now…LOL