I had to laugh today while I was driving my daughter to work.
“What?” she looked over at me, smiling at my random little chuckle.
“If your dad were riding around with us right now, he would not know what to think.”
To that, she laughed too, because it was true.
We were bumping some heavy Czech rap that we became familiar with some time back. My daughter loved it so much that this particular performer was her number 1 listened to artist on her Spotify Wrapped last year.
Since she always takes control of the music, by way of my phone, the artist will probably rank pretty high on my Spotify Wrapped this coming year.
When Bret left this life, our daughter was more of a Lady Gaga-Katie Perry-Marina kind of music fan. Don’t get me wrong, she is still a devout listener of Gaga and Marina, but her horizons have been sufficiently broadened.
So have mine.
Things are so different.
He wouldn’t know our newest dog – who honestly probably wouldn’t even like him – he’s skittish around people he doesn’t know, particularly men.
Our daughter, who is nearing 19 now, works in tech and brings in a cushier paycheck than I do. Oh, and as for me, I took an online bartender class and got a job as a server/bartender at a hotel restaurant. Who knew I’d actually enjoy waiting tables? That would likely shock the hell out of him.
I have to chuckle (again), though, because at one point in Bret’s life, he worked for EcoLab. When I first got together with him, his home was decked out with all EcoLab products, and he spent plenty of time educating me about hotel, restaurant, and hospital cleanliness. Our hotel uses EcoLab products too, and seeing them made me feel like Bret is watching and approves of this career change of mine.
Our meek little daughter is one of the loudest voices in the crowd at the hockey games we attend, for which we are now Season Ticket holders. (“Season tickets?! For SPORTS?” I can hear him ask in disbelief.)
Driving around, listening to Czech rap, getting ready to drop our daughter off at her lucrative tech job, while I get ready to head home and clean because it’s my Saturday, would just be the tip of the iceberg for surprises for him now.
Instead of sad, though, I can’t help but feel pride in how far out of the ashes we’ve risen.
And I think he sees all of this, and probably likes it when our daughter turns the music up loud as she psychs herself up for a job that he would be extremely impressed with.
We are not the same as when you knew us, Bret. But life is all about change, and we are still very much alive.
(All photos copyright © Layla Beth Munk)
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