Missing My Daddy
By rhillyer, Saturday, July 10, 2010, 1 commentsI'm in Easley, SC dropping my son off at my mom's house. Everytime I come here I miss my daddy.
Mom's remarried and my son thinks of this man as his grandfather. But he's not. And so we pull out old photo albums and I point out the happy, smiling face of my daddy to my son.
I picked up a sweet tea at Chick-fila and asked an older lady if the town had a Starbucks. We started talking and she knew my daddy. She remembered him as a happy, smiling face.
While I enjoy my little visits to my mom's it does make me sad. It does not feel like "home" because they moved to the Upcountry from the Lowcountry after I had become an adult.
There's a house on Last Lane in Pinopolis, SC that is my real home but I don't think Rin would appreciate me just popping in to spend the night!
I'll keep coming here. Allowing my son to play with his cousin and spend time with his grandparents and I'll keep reminding him about the happy, smiling man that was his Pappy.



















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Thanks
My folks moved to a condo after we all left. I sometimes drive by my
childhood home and consider knocking on the door...maybe someday
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