three words, a 10-letter message:
can be said in place of ‘Goodbye’; the hardest words to comprehend, yet powerful when said to the right person;
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I wish you can see what I see.
The three girls, Mom, and I, together in the den. My wife is leaning on my shoulder, talking to Jane, while Lizzie and Lydia are on the floor fighting over new outfits from NYC. For this short while, my family is back together.
I look around and see how much we have changed and I can’t help but feel a sense of pride in saying that in my later years, I still have the chance to grow. And in the course of a few months, these girls have taught me so many things and I could not have known just how much without Lizzie’s videos.
There was a time when all I cared about was if we were going to keep a roof over our heads and how my wife and I were ever going to manage our income. I didn’t think of how I could manage the people I love under my roof because I never thought they needed me. From my youth, I understood how to make my own decisions and resolve things without my family’s help. I shouldn’t have expected the same for my girls and I learned from that.
I have learned that silence isn’t always golden. And that there is a time and place to intrude. I learned that there is hope in finding what you love and with luck comes hard work. I learned that first impressions are not always accurate and peaches are banned from the household. And I learned that my girls are as resilient as they are incredible.
And you, Internet, have been through it all with us. You were there for them when Mom and I couldn’t and I am grateful for that. And now I know that I can take it from here.
This will be my last entry for this diary of mine.
Thank you. For everything and I will miss our time together, but I look forward to the next chapter in our lives and what new things they will teach me. And in return, I hope I can still guide them in the challenges to come.
Tomorrow night we’re having an early graduation dinner at Netherfield and I have prepared a speech for everyone. If you don’t mind, I’d like to share it with you. Mind you, it will probably be revised again before the dinner.
Good evening loved ones. Tonight we have all come together from different parts of the country to reunite on behalf of someone very special in our lives. Lizzie, you have grown to be a beautiful, professional, and intelligent woman right before my eyes. Graduation is upon us and I can’t help that time needs to speed and slow simultaneously.
Soon, our dearest Lizzie will be leaving us to build greater things and I realize that we can’t keep you here forever. You belong out there in the world. We are so proud of you. I’m proud of you.
I love you. To Lizzie.
What do you think?
Voicemail from Jane:
“Hey dad. I really want to see you & I miss you and Mom. I hope you’re not stressed out at work. I called to tell you that Bing has a last minute work emergency that he can’t resolve over the phone. At this rate, I don’t think we can make today’s flight home. I already called Lizzie and told her not to wait up. I’m so sorry that we’ll miss dinner, but we will call you as soon as we book a later flight. In the meantime, I need to drop by the studio to pick up a few things. I’ll call you later.
I love you. Bye!”
Jane will be home in exactly two days! But hey, who’s counting….
I much prefer the sliding whistle, but I think no ill will towards kazoos.
Allow me to give you my sincerest congratulations! Lizzie has her final meeting with Dr Gardiner next week and now we have another thing to celebrate: You! Keep chugging along and the best of luck to the next chapter in your life.
You can do this, kid! :)
Hello, Internet. Long time no see!
How have you been? I haven’t forgotten you and I hope you are well. Life in the Bennet household is certainly picking up quick. You can almost feel Lizzie itching to graduate and it’s rubbing off on Lydia’s need to finish the semester on a high note. Mom isn’t alleviating the stress level in the slightest with preparations for Jane and Bing’s return home next week. And that isn’t what brought me here.
My study, my sanctuary, might be compromised. In a heated disagreement with a fellow book club member, my wife decided to remove herself from the club altogether. With the help of Mrs Lu, she just informed me that she wants to start her own book club in our own home! I will admit, I am immensely happy for her for finally channeling her charge in something she’s passionate about.
However, her idea of finding the right thematic space is a certain study within the household that’s furnished with wall-to-wall books and bonsai trees for added tranquility.
If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. Right?
Dad. Darcy. Both sound closely related. Both tall and handsome, too.
Happens all the time. ;)