Our second month, saw some more adventures in Ontario. We hit up Black Creek Pioneer Village with a friend and her little one and ate giant pickles from a barrle at the Pirate Festival just outside Milton with family. One of the best things that we did do was continue with our Tuesday afternoon swims. My dad's friends with pools invited us over to enjoy their pools and we got to enjoy time outside of the house with my dad. It was one of the few things that he really had any energy for and it was probably my favourite time together this summer. Sweet and simple.
It is funny how things can work out in the end. Before we left for Ontario I was completely frazzled! We had found a nice, little basement apartment back in March which turned out to be a temporary arrangement although I had hoped it wouldn't be. We packed all of our belongings, again, this time into a huge crate that was dropped off in the back parking spot. Our entire life fit into a huge cube, packed to the door. I was panicked not having a new place to come back to or at least a plan. But then we arrived home and we found some peace. Not having to pay rent on a place we weren't currently living in became a blessing. We found a little extra income for the summer for treats, toys I normally couldn't just splurge on and a new haircut and clothes for me. I went from being completely responsible for everything, to sharing my load with my mom. I went from living with daily stress to not a care in the world.
By the second month of our vacation though, responsiblities kicked back in. C and I managed to find a great new apartment with the help of a friend back in North Vancouver that was waiting for us when we returned. Money had to be allocated for the costs of our return and of course, the weight of saying goodbye started to take it's toll.
The preparation and wait to say goodbye turned out to be the hardest part to saying goodbye.
By the end of the second month, my dad wasn't bouncing back with energy anymore. It seemed like he was disintegrating. I never in my life understood what chemo really means. I had never looked to understand it, it was just a thing. That thing took on life (and death) as I watched it work it's purpose through my father. I would have regretted it for the rest of my life had I not been there. We got exactly what we had set out for. Quality time. It wasn't an ideal summer of galavanting. It was tame. It involved some fun events and places but after my previous summer, full throttle into the Juice Caboose, I graciously accepted a quiet summer with my family, watching movies, playing video games, reading and just being somewhere in the house, knowing my dad was in his chair.
I should probably apologize to all the people that I said I would visit and never saw. One weekend C and I went to my brothers house in Toronto to stay over for a couple of nights and I felt such guilt that we weren't at home in the next room to my dad. It was hard for me to consider planning many playdates and daytrips. Besides working part time, I wanted to participate in my father's treatments and I'm so grateful to have been able to take him in for his chemo sessions. With all of that going on, it was just best to sit and do nothing if it meant my dad was with us than anything else.
Many people commented to me that the time just flew by and perhaps their summers did. Mine was exactly two months. I don't think I've ever slowed down enough to experience what a full amount of time actually feels like but this summer I did. I felt everyday individually, there was no blur that was my summer of 2013. It was two solid months of. It was great.
Thanks to all my friends and family that supported our visit and are still supporting my dad and family through the rest of this experience. People say to me that I've had quite a year. Yes, I have and there hasn't been a bad thing about that. This was the year that I become complete.