Go On

Rhiannon

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John sighed, standing outside Rhiannon's door. Now was the time to get to the root of her problems. Something was bothering her. It was obvious.

"Baby?" he called, slowly opening her door. Rhiannon quickly shut her diary, glancing up. She smiled, before getting up to allow him space to sit down. "Can I come in?"

"Of course, Daddy," she said, clutching her old teddy bear, Squishy McSquishSquish. "Have a seat," He sat on the foot of her bed. Then, he faced her.

"Do you remember how you got Squishy McSquishSquish?" he asked. She nodded slowly, as if she was unsure. John knew she barely remembered. It was obvious.

"Barely," she admitted. John sighed. She was definately Randy's daughter. She was just like him, from her mannerisms to her facial expressions. There was never any doubt whose daughter she was.

"You were three, and all you wanted for Christmas was a giant teddy bear. Now, we lived in a SMALL town. We drove an hour to get you this bear, and we couldn't find one. So, after I went to sleep, Papa wrote us a note and went off to New York. He was only gone a day. He spent three hours on a plane, got you that bear and came back. On Christmas morning, you were so thrilled with that bear. You said 'He Squishy'. So, I remarked, 'Why don't you name him Squishy?' I will never forget this. Papa looked at me and said 'no, he's Squishy McSquishSquish'. I couldn't figure who was more thrilled with the bear, you or Papa." John explained. "Sweetie, what's been bothering you?"

"What do you mean?" she asked, clutching her teddy bear even tighter. John sighed. How was he supposed to approach this topic? 'Sweetie, I think you've gone crazy?' Taking a deep breath, he began to speak again.

"Rhiannon, you have never worn only black. Something's bothering you. Please tell me," he whispered. Rhiannon tossed her bear across the room and collapsed in his arms. Then, she began to sob.

"I'm starting to forget Papa! I'm starting to love Uncle Lance," she sobbed. John gently rubbed her back.

"What are you starting to forget?" he asked. She sighed.

"His special name for me, the way his voice sounded, just little things that mean the world to me," she said, crying. John sighed. Nobody had ever told him that being a parent was easy. "You're moving on! Why can't I?"

"Rhia," he murmured, taking a chance. She glanced into his eyes. "Randy, Papa, loved you more than anyone else on this world. You were his princess. He had a way with you that I never had."

"Daddy, is it okay to love Uncle Lance?" she asked, drying her eyes.

"Of course, Rhia. I love Papa. I REALLY like Lance. You can love someone who's no longer with us and not be afraid to love again." he said. "Do you mind if I call you Rhia? It was Papa's special nickname for you."

"No, Daddy," she murmured, "Thank you for telling me. I had forgotten and that scared me...ALOT"

"John!" Lance shouted. "Get down here! We have a problem!" Glancing over to Rhiannon, John jumped up.

"Rhiannon, stay here," he said, rushing downstairs.

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