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#XD30 – Eighteen – Father’s Day

I didn’t grow up with my father. I don’t know too much about him. I know where he is, and I know that he’s alive.

I think I’m amazing, and I don’t think I’d be amazing if my life were different…including him in it.

 

And I suppose I owe him a thank you…for not being there.

 

It’s the best thing you’ve ever done.

#XD30 – Eleven – Dancing On The Smooth Edge

“It’s been a while since I did this but I think I still got it.”

Diana thought the same thing to herself. She smiled and they both slow danced to Blackstreet’s “Before I Let You Go.”

Arthur’s was now Katra Lounge where it was 25 enter and 30 to remember. Diana and Vann knew they’d be in good company.

 

The danced the night away, and made the night beautiful.

 

Vann drove Diana to her home on the hill, and in true gentleman-like fashion, Vann walked her to her door.

“I had a really great time tonight, Diana. May I see you again?”

“I’d love to see you again.”

Diana kissed him on the cheek, entered her house and closed the door. She slid down to the floor with bliss.

Vann walked away smiling hard the same way he did when he asked Sarah out on a date.

“I still got it.”

This concludes the story. We’ll revisit something new tomorrow.

#XD30 – Three – Breakfast

Two bag lunches sat on the kitchen table with a note inside each.

Tell her “Hi” – Love, Dad.

Don’t trade your sandwich for an extra pudding pack again. – Love, Dad.

Vann packed his kids lunch and made them breakfast every morning before they went to school. Vann, jr. was old enough to make his own breakfast and lunch, but Vann found joy in doing so. Vann Jr liked his eggs sunny side up with grits and a slice of wheat toast — a simple meal for a growing 12 year old. Alexander liked his eggs scrambled with cheese and toast because that’s the way they ate breakfast on The Fairy Godparents. It was hard pleasing an 8 year old.

Vann watched his kids get on the bus for school before going to work out in the wood shed. Vann Wilson was the top furniture designer in the Carolinas and business was in demand more than ever. He was pressured to sell, but that required more work and less time away from the boys. The boys already lost one parent, there was no need to have them lose another.

On the way to the shed, Vann smelled a familiar smell. A smell he smelled every morning on his way to work for the past 8 years. He closed his eyes, inhaled, exhaled, and smiled.

“Good Morning to you too, Sarah.”

 

#XD30 – One – Birth

“That’s it honey! Push! Push! You’re doing great, honey,” Vann exclaimed to his wife Sarah. He coached his wife through their first pregnancy and passed with flying colors so this was a no brainer. Beads of sweat rolled down Sarah’s brow as she gave one final push.

“Ahhh,” Sarah screamed with the power of a thousand suns and her beautiful brown son was announced to the world.

Alexander James Wilson, 8lbs, 7oz. Black hair. Brown eyes. 10 fingers. 10 toes. 5:40am September 23rd, 1986.

It was the last time Sarah and Alexander saw one another.

Sarah Evelyn Wilson. Time of Death 5:58am.