Your True Tales
November 2004 – Page 3

Randy Understood
by strberry_fields

His name was Randy and he was my first true love beyond puppy love, teenage stuff. He was a biker and was so sweet. When we met, he had a long ZZ Top-style beard; you couldn't even see his his face! After a few weeks of knowing him (I was 21, he was 31), I talked him into shaving off that beard. Wow, was he gorgeous! Well, life happened and we broke up, but remained very close.

One thing Randy had always wanted was a child of his own, but never got one. Months after we broke up, I dated a guy for awhile who got me pregnant. Randy had moved to another state. The guy who got me preggers didn't want anything to do with it and left town, but I did call Randy and told him I was pregnant and keeping the baby.

Randy was ECSTATIC! He drove all night to come see me in my town, and the first thing he did was grab my tummy! He had to go back to his state the next day, but was so looking forward to the due date! A few weeks later, my best friend sent me a round-trip plane ticket to come see her. I was supposed to be there for two weeks, then go back to my job.

After a week and a half, I got a call at my best friend's house that Randy had gotten killed in a car accident. The person who called said she called my place of work to give me a ride to the funeral. But the funeral had already taken place. My boss (also someone I thought of as a friend) never called to tell me this. When I called to ask her why she didn't let me know, she said she didn't think it was important. I told her I wouldn't be coming back.

I was very upset about Randy, to the point that my friends thought I would lose my baby. I was crying every day for three days and nobody could console me at all.

Then on the third day after I found out Randy had died I had a dream, which I don't believe was a dream. He was sitting on the side of the bed I was lying in. I told him I was sorry (didn't tell him I missed the funeral, just that I was sorry). Randy patted my hand and said it was all okay, and he wasn't mad at all and he understood why I couldn't be there. I never cried again.

Today, my daughter knows more about Randy and The Beatles (Randy and my true passion) than she knows about her own father. In fact, she's never met her father. In my heart, Randy is her daddy.

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