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Only the Lonely

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Cut Off.”


papa and i

I wasn’t even a full-fledged teenager when my maternal grandfather passed away. For roughly nine years of my life, if I was not in school I spent every waking second with Papa (pronounced paw paw). He was the father figure I had wanted my mother’s ex husband to be and the parent I hope to be. He was caring but stern. Fun to be around but let you know when he was mad at you. He made kon’try living fun because we were always doing something. Whether it was bailing hay, driving the tractor to work in the field, planting in the garden, feeding the cows or riding around in his old truck, Papa and I were inseparable. Hell I even sat with him and the other Deacons at church on Sundays. I didn’t care. I was with my Papa and everyone would just have to be okay with it. He was my everything.

But when he passed away, nothing made sense anymore. I felt so lost and confused because I got accustomed to having him around. I remember the day he died so vividly. I remember my aunts meeting me outside when I got off the bus. I remember seeing my grandmother peek her head outside her front door. I remember running in the house looking for Papa and asking my aunts all kinds of questions. I remember that sinking gut wrenching feeling one gets when he or she knows something isn’t right about a situation. I felt angry and cheated out of a life that was supposed to be one of the best ever. He was going to walk me down the aisle. He was going to watch me graduate from high school and college. He was… He was more than my grandfather. More than a father figure. He made everything in my life simple. I never felt like I was a child of a divorced couple until he passed away. I never felt like my life was going to be as hard as it’s been because I just knew he would be there no matter what.

When he passed away, it was no longer LB and grasshopper against the world. It was just me. And I had to conquer the world on my own. No longer would I be able to make him a fresh cup of nasty ass Sanka coffee. No longer would we watch the Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling and Bruce Lee movies on the old TV with the wooden encasing. Nor would we stop at the little gas station in town to get 25 cent coffee for him and candy for my friends and I. All those things ceased that windy somewhat chilly day in April 1991.

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The Southern Yankee

Day 1: A Song from Your Childhood

So I’m a child of the very vibrant, full of color and pizazz, funkadelic 1980s. The music… the clothes… the BIG ASS hair… I loved it ALL. I suppose if it were not for my mother’s youngest brother, I wouldn’t have even been exposed to everything that is/was the 1980s. See my Uncle Anthony (a.k.a. Uncle Bigfoot yo take it for what it is. the man has giant feet!), was a high school student when my mother and I moved to Texas and started living with him and my maternal grandparents. And like most teenagers, he liked to play his music LOUD! Since me and mom’s room was directly across the hall from Uncle Bigfoot’s, I heard all the beats and instruments clearly when he’d get home from school. So needless to say I got to listen to all kinds of music. Unfortunately, I don’t remember all the artists Uncle Bigfoot listen to. I only remember Aretha Franklin and that’s because she is his ABSOLUTE favorite but we won’t be talking about giving folks a little bit of R.E.S.P.E.C.T. while traveling down the Freeway of Love acting like a Chain of Fools waiting Until You Come Back to Me. No Miss Franklin you may be the QUEEN of Soul but today you are not the artist that reminds of my childhood.

When I sit here and really think about it yes my head hurts from thinking so hard there are waaaaaaay too many songs that come to mind from my childhood. But I suppose the one song from the 80s that I absolutely love and remember vividly is Thriller by Michael Jackson. I remember being scared out my mind when I first saw it on MTV. But I had to see what was going to happen next. Plus for its time, it was really advanced in terms of special effects and imagery. You just didn’t see too many music videos that looked like Thriller. Hell you really didn’t see anything like Michael Jackson’s music video. Think about Billy Jean or Smooth Criminal. I guess you could say MJ was one of my favorite artists as a child.


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The Southern Yankee