a/n after a long while of writer's block I finally feel like writing again. yea!("enthusiastically"…not) umm…I can't think of anything else to write….very strange…buh bye…and on with the story!



My Dad

~ My dad's name was Travis Gregory Jacob. He was twenty-seven when he died. I begin to see as the years go by, that I forget details about him. But I was only five when he died, so I couldn't in the first place remember many details at all. ~

~ I could never get my mom to talk about him. But during the holidays, we'd be sitting in a restaurant and out of the blue she'd start talking about him. About his laugh, about his smile, about what he loved and what annoyed the heck out of him. I try to remember those memories about my mom, when she was happy. ~

~ Even though I was only five when my dad died, I still remember things about him. I remember that he loved me a lot and that he loved my mom. I remember that he liked to play catch in the park. ~

~ When my mom married my dad her life was up-graded because he was a doctor. She moved in with him in his large house and that was my first life. ~

~ Even though my dad had always lived a nice life style, he didn't act superior of everyone else just because his dad was some lawyer. That was one thing my mom liked about my dad. ~

~ He was a normal kid. He'd rather slide do the banister and run away from the butler then get a spanking from good ol'dad that night. He was a goof ball at times, he had been since I could remember. He taught me how to slide down a banister and out run the maid in the same day. ~

~ After we'd get away with some mischief mom would find us and ask what she should do with us. My dad would say 'Join us,' and I'd say 'Yeah! Momma! Come Plway!'. She'd laugh and my dad would grab us both in a 'trap'. A 'trap' was when dad would grab me and start tickling me. I couldn't escape, or I was in a 'trap'. My dad would always let me escape eventually, making it look like I fought my way free when really he gradually loosened his grip until I could push myself free. ~

~ I remember what it was like right before my dad was caught. It was Christmas. My mom and dad were so excited, but especially my dad. He always became very excited over the holidays. That year he had a surprise trip planned for my mom and me. We went to small town in the north. The streets were lined with little shops covered in snow like frosting. My dad said we could look through the shops and pick out anything we wanted for Christmas. But the best part was playing in the snow. We had snow ball fights, my mom and me against my dad. I slid down hills on a sled, gripping it with a death grip. Making a snowman with my mom, then watching my dad wrestle it into nothing. We all made an igloo that had room enough for all three of us to sit comfortably. My parents were so much fun back then. My dad however went a little crazier than my mom. I remember those good things about my dad. ~

~ But my dad's life wasn't perfect. His parents didn't exactly approve of him marrying my mom, since she wasn't high on the social scale. When my dad married my mom they didn't contact him very much after that. They didn't give him anything. Just a card at Christmas and his birthday, if they remembered. My dad was very close to his parents, so he took their silence rather hard. He tried not to let it bother him or show it in front of me. But at night I would listen through my parents' bedroom door and here him talking to my mom about it. He was always very angry with my grandparents because they couldn't except my mom or me. ~

~ Like I said, the crazy old people are trying to make our world their perfect little world that they control our everything decision and move. ~

~ My dad said that if anything ever happened to him all of his belongings would be mom's and mine. The day that he died his parents kicked us out of our house. Took everything that had any value at all and dumped us on the streets. Since they had political and social power and my mom had none, no one lifted a finger to stop them. No on could help at all. ~

~ I think my dad knew that he was going to get taken away that day. Almost like they planned it, because that day before I left for school he gave me an extra long hug and kissed me on the forehead. He drove me to school that day and when I got out he said, "I love you, Casey". My dad never drove me to school and had never offered. ~

~ After that moment I never saw my dad again. And my mom was never the same person. ~

~ And it was the first time in seven years that my mom saw my dad's parents. ~

~ It was the first time, in all of my life, that I saw my grandparents. ~

~ I haven't seen them since. Three times since they kicked us out, they sent checks to help pay for things I needed. My mom put them away in her box. She said I would need to money later. It wasn't very much money, just a thousand here or there. I couldn't live on three thousand for two years let alone the rest of my life. ~

~ But I found that money again when I opened the box labeled 'My Treasures'.

a/n okay…that's it…must think now…R&R