My Dad was crazier than a loon on drugs. Sorry, Dad, there’s just no other way to put it. Anyway, barring some truly amazing occurrences, Tholian will inherit the home. Vulcan is putting on a brave front about the whole thing, but I can tell he’s hurt. I think he’ll get over it, though.
Elmzyra’s a nice woman, despite the crazy name. It’s bittersweet, knowing your children will leave you, but also knowing they’re doing so because you’ve raised them well. My boy hasn’t left me yet, but it won’t be long now if I read the signs right. And I do.
I have a bigger family than Pak. Nya, nya, na, nya, nya. Take that, little brother!
So who says sibling rivalry dies out when you grow up? I say it only stops if you let it die.
As always, I tease him. My little brother is as happy for us as we are. It’s great to see our family grow, and Charlie and I are both thrilled. Which isn’t to say that was the case throughout. Gorn was not quite as easy a pregnancy as Vulcan.
Some people just won’t leave you alone. Even when they’re dead. Well, I guess it’s MOSTLY dead. There’s a big difference between mostly dead and ALL dead. Mostly dead is slightly alive… OK, enough of that. You’ve probably seen Princess Bride already and don’t need me to do the whole Miracle Max bit.
Anyway, Dad’s back. Just for a visit.
It was good to see him again. There’s still a big, Motie-shaped hole in our lives here and you’d think he’d fit it to a tee. I mean, who could do better than Dad at being Dad? But I guess being dead can hit you like a ton of bricks and knock a couple of marbles loose, because he wasn’t quite the same guy. Just floated around, trimmed the bonsai, and a few other little things like that.