I went for a

I went for a whirlwind trip to Vancouver this weekend. It's really not that far in distance to my folks house, but, as i live on an island there is that pesky ferry ride in the middle.

The trip went well. My brother's speech at his church was heartfelt and tear-inducing. I realized once i got there just how hesitant and angry i have been with my brother. It's been very hard to be supportive of him through this alcoholism thing. It really is a family affair. Once i saw him though it was clear how very much i love him and how i am going to miss him incredibly when he moves to sweden. He looks great and he is a wonderful man. Church, however, makes me very uncomfortable. I think i feel the people are nice only with an expectation.

My dad was true to form. Although i only had Parker with me my dad burnt out on the visit thing after about three minutes. On saturday morning at 9:30 he sent me out the door very unceremoniously - even though church didn't start until 10:30.

When we came home he visited for a few minutes, slipped me $100 (his way of showing he cares) and sent us off to the ferry. Parker and i enjoyed our ride on the Queen of Coquitlam and drove back through torrential rain to a messy house and a haggard looking husband and three messy kids.

Home, really is where the cleaning is.