"you see I came home and he was gone!" My son looked at me and asked, "well did he leave a note? You know to say he was gone or something." I laughed and I could only stand amused with the comprehension of a four year old, he seemed confused yet aware of the situation at the same time. It really it funny how kids pick up on what's real and what only appears to be.
I wrote this to "my Dad" in December of 2006:
So I was sitting here feeling a little bit creative, I must say.
Wanted to go to bed, but I will wait to sleep another day.
How are you doing, I called you but you were too tired to talk.
I feel bad when I call you so much because I do not want to stalk.
Still it is weird and I must let this off my chest…
No matter what you have done in my eyes my father is still the best.
I know in my life I have heard many tainted whispers of deceit.
Still getting to know you was my only greatest feat.
I know I will never get to be “Daddy’s Little Girl”
That’s okay though because I still got your curl…
More than that I must admit…
God has blessed me with your gift of wit.
I know I call another Dad…and he was the best I could have ever had.
Still do you want to know what’s really sad?
I still want to get to know you…oh so bad.
Come on Connie grow up…don’t you have your own baby and life to live?
This is true…I know it is…but if you only knew what I would give…
For my son to know his Grandfather, and see the connection
In my eyes that would almost be a life filled with perfection.
I write this not to disturb your fortitude.
I quit that long ago…being rude.
Just wanted to let you know in case you fail to remember.
The emptiness of my life without you is like a fire with no ember.
Connie Sheeley








