GUEST AUTHOR - Rebecca Rose!

First, I want to thank Paige for having me here! I enjoy your writing so much.

Today I’m sharing with you a story that started while visiting my father. I hope you enjoy it.





I went to see my father today. The wind was high and so was the late Autumn sun. It had been quite a few months since the last time we talked--although, I do think of him often. I just felt the need to spend some time. Catch him up on what was going on with my family and career life. I’m sure he already knew, but Dad forever loved company.

I told him about my children. Two of which made Honor Roll this term. I knew he’d be proud. Our oldest is in high school and loving the classes and freedom that go with it. He talks about missing his Pepere and I wish there was something I could do about that, but life has gotten in the way. These two are the most vital men in my life and share the same birthday. I remember when my oldest was born; Dad was beaming with a grandfather’s pride. He loved telling people about his fiftieth birthday present that I gave him.

I then went on to tell Dad the story of how our middle child, a daughter who likes to play pranks on people, tricked our youngest. She told him that his dinosaur egg oatmeal was actual dinosaur eggs and that there are no more dinosaurs in the world because he’s eating them all. I couldn’t help the laughter that erupted inside of me telling this story. It’s so classic for her to do, and I could see the mischievous smile on my father’s face. And though I didn’t see, I’m sure it disappeared quickly before returning when I told him that her hair is now green.

I let him know that our youngest is doing well in school. He’s had many girlfriends in his first grade class and is now starting to really read everything. I could hear my father laughing about how much my ‘monster’ is like me. For right now he has a bruised cheek because he ran into the corner of the door. Looking where we’re going is not an easy thing for my youngest and me.

I’m now reaching my goal as an author and couldn’t help but share the news, with him, that I was nominated for the EPIC awards this year along with winning Best First Line in a Novel with D. Renee Bagby. I’m enjoying the Creative Writer’s Course’s, which I started teaching this summer. The young kids are the best. I love the spark in their eyes when they realize the talent they have and how to use it.

I felt the reassuring hand that squeezed my shoulder. He always did that and then kissed me before saying how much he loved me. I reached my hand out and touched the cold stone that signified his resting place at the Agawam Veteran’s Memorial Cemetery.

“I love you too Dad. Happy birthday. Happy Thanksgiving, Merry Christmas and Happy New Years.”

As I walked away there was a thought that never crossed my mind, before. The thoughts became words before I was coherent to what I was feeling. “Thank you, Dad. I don’t ever remembering say that and I wanted you to know how much I appreciate everything you did for me and my children. Thank you Dad, for being the best Pepere anyone could hope for.”

Somewhere in the back of my mind I heard his voice. It wasn’t so much what he said as to what I felt. Love and peaceful rest.

We miss you, Dad.



Have a Sparkling Holiday Season!

Rebecca Rose



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