I’m Not Lonely Anymore by Penny Ann Rice Undated, originally published in the New Life Zoa Free Paper I became fatherless at the age of three.My father left my mother and I and we never heard from him again at all.Since I was very close to my mother, it seemed that my world was still rosy even without my daddy.
He couldn’t pick me up and swing me around or hold me close and call me “his girl.” My mother seemed to sense that I needed a younger man to look up to, so she dated several men, often taking me along to see how I like them.
But the “right” person didn’t appear and Mother became immersed in the vicious cycle of working, coming home to see me, cleaning, paying bills, etc.
She was too busy to go to church, although she sent me to Sunday School.
When she was at work, Grandma and Grandpa were right next door watching over me.
When it was time for me to go to school, Grandpa was there to pick me up and take me home.
He showed me how to walk back and forth from school as I grew older.He was a kind old gentleman with a twinkle in his eye.I could sit for hours listening to him tell me stories about his life.Until I was about ten years old, I had weak ankles and was constantly twisting them out of place.Several times my grandfather would walk to my friend’ houses to pick me up and carry me home until my ankles snapped back.But in spite of all the love he showed me, Grandpa was not my daddy.