After breakfast, we stopped by the condo so I could pick up a few things. There was a box waiting for me. It was from Baltimore.
Case wanted to scan it for bombs before I opened it– but it was from Jenny. It was the pictures I’d asked for. The pictures and a few other things Jenny figured I should have. They were packed in a separate box.
Inside was my Skipjack’s cap and a plush stuffed crab. I laughed as I switched caps and started going through the pictures.
Maybe Jenny knows me better than I thought.
She included pictures of her, the kids– the others.
Its funny I always thought of my family as us and the others. Me, dad and the boys– we were ‘us’. Mom, Jenny, Mitchell and Mark were ‘the others’. I guess I missed out on a lot with them. Mitch and Mark– they seem so much more distant than Jenny. I don’t think we’ll ever be close... not like I was with the boys.
But that’s okay.
Case and I took the pictures over to Council Island and I shared them with my new family. Michael told me he could see the family resemblance.
I never could– but that’s because I never wanted to. I think in my own way– I blamed them for us not all being together. It wasn’t fair, none of it was, but that too is the past.
What I do from here is all that matters.
I think that’s what I learned coming here.