Pop Pop's My Dad : A Dad I Never Had

Let me tell you some stories about Pop Pop, he's my dad. He's my son's dad.

Sammy came to our house nearly everyday. But this story takes place one particular morning. I was back in the kitchen and Jayme was sitting at the head of the dining room table painting with water colors when Sammy entered. "Hey Jayme, how come you ain't got a dad?" Sammy asked. My heart dropped. I wanted to run to Jayme's rescue. Instead, with curiousity I awaited Jayme's reply. Without pause, Jayme replied, "I got a Dad! Pop Pop's my dad !!!"

End of story. The two boys carried on, business as usual, as if nothing happened. Jayme simply gave Sammy an answer that satisfied his curiousity.

Let me tell you another story about the man we call Pop Pop. He's the dad I never had.

(That's quite a hard thing to say when you know you loved your dad and your dad was very good man. But that's a whole other story) This story celebrates Pop Pop, the dad I never had.

"Annie, Annie, come quick!" Pop Pop called.

When I arrived at the entrance, he motioned for me to sit beside him on the couch, his eyes transfixed on the TV.

"Come sit here," he patted the cushion on the sofa beside him, his eyes still transfixed.

"Look at this . . . Look at this woman on the TV . . . see how she laughs . . . . see how she just throws her head back and laughs . . . "

He continued to focus all his attention on this beautiful young woman. She was the guest on some talk show. he was clearly enjoying her.

The thought, "oh, Pop Pop you pervert!" was what came to my mind at that time !!! He was completely enjoying this young woman.

"Annie, do you see how this woman is laughing?"

Pop Pop continued to work the situation and not until I finally made the association he was bringing me to, he finally asked me, "Wouldn't YOU like to laugh like that?"