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The simple Story of a father leting go. |
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How long does it take to sum up a lifetime of loving? How long does it take to tell your father of thirty-one years - good bye? Would you cherish each word or would your thoughts rest on your burden at hand? He was there when you drew your first breath and it will be your crowning moment to honor him as he draws his last. "It’s time to take your blood pressure. 98 over 56 hmm? I think, I could do a better job regulating your pressure than this twelve-year-old you have as a doctor. I’m going to grab your coffee and tapioca. When I get back be prepared to lose at Domino's." Howard could see the thirty-one year old walking off like she didn't have a care in the world, but he knew better. More than that he was proud of the joy she shared with him even though he could see the tension set high on her shoulders. She faded down the hall, into a chestnut-topped ivory blur. The room dimming as he faintly heard her voice. "My lord" he thought, "how that girl sounded like her mother." A single stroke of the clock brought a treasured memory to life. A long slow heavy breath, and He was walking up to the ticket window. ". 20 cents for the two of you." He could recall the woman to say. Emma never looked lovelier than that first night. Time might have taken her from his side, but never his heart. She never seemed to change from that girl he first knew, she only seemed to become more. Chestnut hair long and flowing slightly tossed from the wind to her ivory dress with a sweetheart neckline and a black velvet choker and the sent of Gardenias. Hmm, Gardenias that smell alone could ease his pain, and take the edge off of life. Twenty-three years of being a cop, and many a suspect lucked out of a beating from a faint waif of Gardenias in the air. It seemed with each new day Emma was sweeter, and with each new day he hated one more thing. She was his saving grace, and the last nineteen years after his retirement was his greatest gift to her. The mind is a wonderful thing his nostrils still full from his memory, and Emma’s soft slow southern drawl…slowly turned into Sarah’s "Daddy? Daddy I have your coffee." His daydream ended as quickly as it began. He smiled as he barked. "Don’t think for a moment I’m going to let you win at Domino’s. As a matter of fact break out the score pad." Three games came and went and three games she beat him laughing and giggling like a child. " " I have to go to pick up some medicine so behave for Uncle Bill when he gets here. " another old cranky cop I might add. Uncle Bill is Two years older and hardly sick a day in his life. Never married. For good reason the cranky old fart, but a heart of gold where daddy was concerned. If you look past the wrinkles you can see the hint of a scare in the palm of his hands. Where he had pulled Howard from a fire when they were boys. The two played together, fought together, served their country together. Joined the police academy together and was seldom apart. Howard never pulled Bill from a fire or took a bullet for his brother but he was able to deliver one in his behalf late one night. This is where our story will begin. |
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