“This marks the beginning of a new chapter. I truly want this,” I tell my father, who is visibly anxious. “Repeat it,” I encourage him.
“This marks the beginning of a new chapter. I truly want this,” he echoes back.
It’s the eve of his significant move from New Jersey to Long Island, designed to bring him closer to us. Despite having advocated for this change, he radiates an intensity that feels almost electric.
The doorbell rings persistently, interrupting our moment. My partner and our two younger children have returned from the park. My youngest peeks in through the side window, his beaming smile and wild curls spilling out from under his helmet. He’s been practicing on his new roller skates. I open the door and signal for silence. He nods in comprehension, his grin unwavering, then awkwardly shuffles over for a hug, providing a moment of levity amidst the tension.
Weeks prior, I had requested my father to select a single box filled with books or tapes he couldn’t part with, knowing this task would be challenging for someone who struggles with hoarding.
“Can I have three boxes?” he negotiates.
“Yes, but let’s just start with one,” I reply.
“How about five? Can I have five boxes?”
“Perhaps, but let’s see you fill one first.”
However, rather than packing a single box, he spent the weeks negotiating the number of boxes he could take, focusing instead on items to donate. Now, on the night before his move, he hasn’t managed to pack anything at all. This doesn’t concern me; his current space is a chaotic mess. The more he takes, the sooner his new home might mirror that chaos.
“Dad, you don’t need these possessions anymore. It’s time for a fresh start.”
“But gathering these items is all I have achieved. I know it’s not much, but it means something,” he responds, a hint of regret in his voice, yet sounding surprisingly rational.
“You’ll discover new treasures that will matter,” I reassure him, glancing outside where my middle child and partner are playing catch on our overgrown lawn, the evening dimming around them. My son catches a pop-up throw just as the last rays of daylight fade.
“I need to find a purpose. I feel aimless,” he expresses. “And these boxes… packing them is too difficult. It hurts too much.”
“I understand,” I say, surprised at my own calmness. In recent weeks, I’ve faced my own stressors—weight gain, gray hairs, and cold sores—while coordinating with social services and medical professionals. We are setting sail into uncharted waters without a secured lifeboat.
“Don’t worry. I’ve acquired new items for you. You’ll have everything you need.”
As I walk past the room where my eldest is practicing his haftarah for his upcoming bar mitzvah, the beauty of his voice fills me with hope and emotion.
“This marks the beginning of a new chapter,” my father reiterates. “I truly want this.”
Looking at the love enveloping me, I think that if this doesn’t ignite happiness within him, nothing will.
“Good,” I affirm. “Because tomorrow, it all begins…”
Conclusion
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