Page 143 of Eleanor & Grey
I packed my suitcase to make a trip down to Florida to see my father. I hadn’t even told him I was coming, because if I did, I was certain he’d make up excuses to not see me.
But before going to the airport, I made an important stop first.
It took me a while to find the tombstone, but when I did, I took a few deep breaths before speaking. I held the bouquet of roses in my hands as I stood still.
“Hi, Nicole. I know you don’t know me, but my name is Eleanor, and I am in love with your family. Every part of them is loved by me, but I won’t be able to watch over them for a while. So I wanted to stop by here to just ask for a little help. Can you keep looking after them? I’m worried about Karla, but I know if her mother is watching over her, then she will be OK, because that’s what mothers do—they make everything OK. So please keep an eye on her heart, because I know it’s such an important heart to have in this world. This worldneeds Karla, so if you could wrap your light around her, I’d be so thankful.
“Also, thank you for keeping your conversations with Lorelai going strong. She loves you more than you’ll ever know. Lastly, if you could look after Greyson for me, that would be great. I know there are parts of him that probably think he needs to let go of you in order for him and me to fall together, but I don’t believe that’s true at all. You showed him a love that made him the man he is today, which is a beautiful thing to see. It’s because of you that Greyson is strong, so please stay with him. Protect them all for me, Nicole, and I know they’ll feel your love in the wind.”
I laid the flowers down on her grave and thanked her once more.
“Oh, and if you see my mother, can you tell her I love her?” I asked. “And no matter what, I’m still here for her always.”
As I spoke to one angel about another, a dragonfly danced right past me, and I swore the broken pieces of my soul slowly began to heal.
55Eleanor
After I landed in Florida, I felt a giant knot form in my stomach as I picked up my rental car. It had been over a year since I’d seen my father, and I wasn’t certain what to expect. Yet when I pulled up to the house and walked up to the front porch, my heart instantly broke.
“Eleanor,” Dad muttered, stunned to see me standing there. He looked wrecked, as if he hadn’t showered in days. His hair was wild, his beard not trimmed, and he’d put on a bit of weight since the last time. “Hey. What are you doing here? Are you OK?”
I glanced past him and saw his house was trashed. Junk food wrappers covered the coffee table, and there were clothes tossed all over. I raised an eyebrow. “Are you OK?”
He shifted over a bit, trying to block my view, but I already saw everything I needed. He began coughing into the palm of his hand, and I swore it sounded like he was going to lose a lung any second now.
“I’m good, I’m good. Just getting along day by day,” he said, scratching the back of his neck.
His eyes looked hollow. He looked a bit pale. And sad.
He looked so sad.
But that was nothing new. My father had been sad for the past sixteen years. It was his new normal.
“Can I come in?” I asked, stepping forward.
He grimaced and blocked my entrance. “It’s a mess in here,Eleanor. Maybe we can go out and grab a bite to eat.” He was embarrassed by himself, but I didn’t care. I was his daughter, and I loved him.
Whatever he was going through, I could help.
“Let me in, Dad. I’ll help you straighten up the place. Plus, I was hoping to stay here a few days before heading back home. Just so we can catch up.”
“Oh? Well, I don’t know. I just wish you would’ve told me, Eleanor.”
“Dad. Let me in.”
He shook his head. “It’s bad...”
“Dad,” I argued. “Let me in.” I pushed my way past him and walked into the house to see that it was a million times worse than when I had simply peeked inside.
There was trash everywhere. Crumbs of food through the carpet. Empty soda cans, bottles of liquor, cookie containers. Wrappers of all sorts. His clothes were tossed into a junk pile in the corner of the living room, and the kitchen sink was stacked high with dishes.
I’d seen my father during some of the lowest points of his life but never like this. He was living in filth, and it was almost as if he didn’t care.
He started scrambling around, picking things up, obviously completely thrown off by my arrival. “It’s not always like this,” he lied. “Things have just been a bit crazy lately,” he muttered.
“You can’t live like this, Dad,” I said, stunned. “You deserve more than this.”
He cringed. “Don’t start on me, Eleanor. You showed up with no warning. I didn’t have a chance to straighten up.”
