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Sunday, October 28, 2012

Reflecting

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From 2007.

* Story of the unexplained: It was the summer between my junior and senior years of high school. My mom and my brother had gone out of town to my sister's for a week. So, I was left at home with my dad. Both of us had part-time jobs and no vacation time coming.

One evening I ran a load of clothes through the washing machine, put them in the dryer and went to bed. The next night, I went down to the basement to get the clothes. When I got down there, the door to the dryer was open and the clean, dry clothes were partially in and partially out of the dryer onto the floor. It appeared they'd been pawed at.

This did not seem like something my dad would do. But, I had to ask. I yelled, "dad can you come down here?" He denied having anything to do with it. And since our dog had never done that before (or after), we ruled out the possibility that she did it. The doors to the house were locked while we were at work, and it seemed unlikely someone would break in just to go through our laundry and leave.

We never discussed it again, but I couldn't forget it. A few years later when my dad was on his deathbed, I visited him in the hospital. I leaned over to look him straight in the eyes, and started to ask, "dad, did you..." But before I could finish the question, he said, "no. Did you?" I slowly shook my head no.

Posted by Marie at October 28, 2012 9:14 PM