1 December 12
It only took us a couple of hours to travel from my aunt’s house in Newcastle to my dad’s in Sydney. We’re not spending much time visiting as we have to reach Melbourne next weekend, but we’re using our trip as an excuse to catch up with friends and family who live along the way.
As soon as they were in the apartment, the girls resumed their old, familiar games with the cat’s toys. Dad remarked that the cat doesn’t play with the toys — only the girls do — and we watched in delight as the stuffed mice were personified into little families.
Today is a special day to be with my Dad. Although we’re not big on birthdays, it was still nice to be in his presence on his 68th birthday to wish him a happy day. I also got to thank him personally, to tell him that it has been his own courage in coming out — in starting to live authentically — that has inspired me to live in such a way that our children never say, “Who is the real Lauren?”.
It’s still hard for me to travel along familiar roads and visit places where I was last accompanied by both David and Elijah. We won’t linger in Sydney — the memories of our wonderful time here as a family earlier this year are still too raw — but we’ll continue down the NSW coast before ducking across Victoria and then south again.