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Father Peter Kemp

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Friends Only [29 Apr 2007|04:47pm]
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I've been avoiding saying anything here, mostly because I wasn't sure what I should say. But I'm worried you'll all think I've gone off the rails or something if I keep avoiding it. So hello. I'm not okay. But I will be. Three days ago, I saw my wife die. And she fought her way back because that's who she is. But I still saw it happen, and it's not something easily forgotten. Though I have to admit, he helps. A great deal.

Thomas is lying beside me in his little carrier, waving his arms around because I'm singing to him. I'm showing him the internet because I'm a horrible influence. He liked some of the colourful pages I found. We're wasting time until dinner because he woke up early from his nap because someone so not me tripped over the bed and yelped. Okay it was me. Lydia, Caleb and Anna went with Edward to see Aly. He came to talk to me. It was very strange, but I think he's been meaning to for a while. Edward doesn't say much, as a rule, but he said more to me this afternoon than I think he has ever. When I married his daughter he said 'don't fuck it up'. This afternoon he thanked me. He asked me how I was. Oh and he found out I'm a alcoholic. Fantastic. Yeah, he might ask you about that one, David, but he didn't seem overly concerned. And then he spent time with Thomas which was good to see. It wasn't a bad day, afterall.

Tomorrow is Lydia's birthday. We're going to do our best to be cheerful.

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