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September 2003 –
Story
of the Month
Daddy's
Valentine's Day Visit
by Bremond F.
I am in my mid-'30s, and if my husband and children didn't witness this, I would have sworn I was nuts. Two years ago, I lost my daddy. He was actually my grandfather, but raised me as his own. My daddy had a sense of humor and loved to play jokes, but never was one much for sentiment. He was a cowboy, and learned early on to hide a lot of his true feelings.
This past Valentine's Day, 2003, my husband and I bought our daughter a balloon bouquet, and had them sent to her at school. It featured a huge Mylar balloon in the center, and was surrounded by a rainbow of colorful latex balloons. Caty was very proud of them when she came in from school, and tied them to the top of her bed.
That evening, I began to think about daddy, and how much I still missed him, epically on holidays. We live in a shotgun style house, and when standing in the kitchen, you can see all the way down the hall to my daughter's room. I was standing in the kitchen starting supper, and for some reason glanced down the hallway. What do you think I saw floating down the hallway? From out of my daughter's room, the large Mylar balloon from her balloon bouquet, was coming down the hallway, moving as if the end of its string was in someone's hand. I stood there just watching it calmly floating along, past my husband and children in the living room, right to where I stood at the counter. My husband and children stood there with their mouths wide open, as the balloon just dangled in the air in front of me. Jokingly, my husband said, "Okay, Melvin, we know it's you. Stop scaring us."
At that point the balloon reversed its course and floated right back down the hall to my daughter's room. We all followed it, and tried to figure out exactly how it got out of the center of the bouquet. Everything else was still tied tightly. We retied the balloon. I couldn't help but smile as I was sure my daddy let me know he was there. How comforting, he came to see me on Valentine's Day.
As we sat down to eat supper that night, my son quipped, "Well, mom, if that was Pop, at least he didn't scare the beejeezus out of you." Boy, did he open a can of worms then. I guess Pop heard my son. The next morning, my son got up early to take a shower, when all the commotion broke loose. When my son pulled back the shower curtain to get into the shower, there floating in mid-air, was the Happy Valentine's Day Mylar balloon. Daddy got the last laugh.
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