Sand and Water Chapter 7

Between Daddy and Daughter

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John sighed as he heard Rhiannon awake. What he was about to tell her was the most difficult thing he had ever told her.

"Daddy?" she questioned, stunned. He nodded, pulling her into his lap. She glanced into his eyes. He blinked as he realized he was staring at a female version of Randy.

"Sweetie, I have some sad news," he murmured. She shifted nervously. "Late last night, Papa went to Heaven,"

The little girl began to shake violently. John held her. Soon, her shaking turned into loud wails. He rubbed her back and ... cried with her.

It felt great to share his grief with the small child. She was going through the same shock of emotions as her father.

"It'll be okay, Baby, it'll be okay," he murmured, rubbing her back. "Papa wrote you a letter,"

"He did?" she questioned. John nodded, picking up the letter. He opened it and began to read out loud.

1/16/10

Dear Rhiannon,

Hello, Princess. I know Daddy is reading this to you. I betcha he's crying.

First, know, Princess, I never wanted to leave you. You have no say when you die.I would love getting the chance to watch you grow.

So much I am going to miss. Your first day of school. Your first crush. Your first boyfriend. Seeing you go down the aisle with your husband. Your first baby.

I hope you know love as deep as the love I share with Daddy. I hope you know the joy of holding a life you helped to create.

I was the first person to hold you. You were eight pounds, six ounces. You entered the world screaming your head off. One look into your baby blue eyes and you had me wrapped around your finger.

Daddy wanted to name you Meegan Rose. Now, I have nothing against the name, Meegan but it didn't fit you. From Day one, I had my heart set on Rhiannon Keith. I don't know why, it just fit you. So, I let Daddy think he had won the 'Great Name Debate'. For six and a half months, he was convinced your name was Meegan. Then, you were born. Holding you, I knew then that you were not destined to be Meegan Rose.

Our beautiful baby was Rhiannon Keith.

Be good to Daddy. Make him smile when all he wants to do is cry. Treat others with respect. Generally, they will return the gesture.

When you are sad and lonely, remember I am always with you. I am the wind in your hair. I am the sun in your eyes. I am the cool October rain. I am the cold December snow.

Don't be sad, Little One. I am never truly gone. Just remember I am everywhere.

Cherish my memory.

When things seem impossible, search for my spirit. I will be there.

Love always,

Papa

P.S I am giving you my commitment ring. It is a symbol of my love for Daddy.

Rhiannon sniffled, wiping her eyes. She set her head on John's chest. She sighed.

Then, she began to speak.

"Papa visited me," she said non-chalantly. John shook his head. It was impossible.

"What, Princess?" he asked. She sighed again.

"He was in my dreams! He told me to make ya smile,"

John shook his head. What the young girl was telling him was unbelievable.

Yet, he believed Randy's spirit had contacted Rhiannon.

Glancing towards the sky, he smirked.

There you go, Randy. Dead and still influencing our baby, he thought.

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