Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Sometimes absence makes the heart grow fonder. I have heard that phrase over and over through the years and until I began to write this blog entry it never occurred to me the double meaning that phrase held for me.

When my grandfather did not move in with us we moved again. At the time I really didn't know why but I am so glad we did. Our new house was big enough to hide in and now there was a bigger yard with things to do outside again. We had a pool, shuffleboard court, in-ground trampoline, and half basketball court. Our driveway had a low half wall that we used as a net for volley ball and tennis. We were never lacking for something to do outside.

The good thing about the new house was not the things to do or the size but the fact that he was not around much. It didn't matter to me where he was but he would leave for days at a time. It seemed like he would come home to have laundry done and then in a day or two leave again. My heart would soar as he walked out the door. I never knew if he would be gone an hour or days but it didn't matter because he was gone.

I found that it was easier to be hide since I had more time to think about it. Sadly when he found us he still found ways to torture us. We tried even harder not to be around when he was around. I had friends to visit and things outside the house to do.

With him gone more I discovered that yes, absence does make the heart grow fonder.