Moving and Memories

I told Joe this morning that I was going to NY to move Kate home.   After thinking a bit he asked if I wanted him to come too.  I quickly told him No and I’ll be okay.   As it is I need to say everything to him two to three times to understand.    However as I said no I also had a strong memory of moving Liz out of her sophomore year.   

With Joes work schedule we could never depend on him to be at move in day.   In fact I think he missed them all.   But for move out from college I would take the finals schedule and our work schedule and come up with “the date”.   The date was usually the day the mom and dad could show up together to get most of your crap, ..., I mean precious stuff home.   

Liz's sophomore year Joe and I showed up on designated move out day to get most of her stuff home.  Liz was still in finals, and still in a mood.   I have. A vivid memory as I presided Joe down the stairs of the dorm.    Joe was carrying the dorm fridge and repeating over and over “I love my daughter, I love my daughter”.   I was laughing and asking him if he was convincing himself or someone else.   

Six years later and I know without a doubt he wants to be here to move Kate out.   I don’t think he has been a part of any of Kate’s move in or move outs.   I know without a doubt he wants to help.   I also know he isn’t capable of being helpful.  That is just sad.   He is still her Dad but in limited capacity