Bye Daddy

Its Friday evening headlights come shining up the drive. A little girl almost two runs to the window with excitement. Her daddy has arrived home after working out of town for a week, or two at a time. The front door opens, and daddy walks in, now the little girl rushes towards him with glee. Wrapping her arms around his legs in a loving embrace. He picks her up, and holds her asking how her week has been, and tells her he’s missed her, kissing the top of her head. He sits her down, as he’s walking to the hallway rounding the corner the little girl says bye daddy, and waves. He tries to hold back the tear in his eye, as that is the only thing the little girl has learned to say. The unfortunate fact of life, is when the job calls you must go. Where there’s work you must travel. You work to support your family too make sure they have food to eat, and clothes on their backs. Keeping them safe, and warm, while you are away. Each weekend you get to come home to spend time with your family, is one to be cherished.

 

– Jamie Whorton ©

11 thoughts on “Bye Daddy”

      1. Yes…to your point…my life as a submariner was incredibly rewarding. But in doing so, only amplified the heartache of separation for which you described.

        Bitter sweet.

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      4. Yes ! The homecoming is always great and much anticipated..

        I bet being under the ocean at those depths was different?.. I can only imagine what the oceans like at those depths..

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