Monday, February 14, 2011

metal detectors

when i got divorced, i think it hit my father as hard as it hit me. he and the ex were best buddies...hunting, fishing trips, vacations. and because i am his little girl. still to this day, at nearly forty, i am "daddy's girl". so i was not the least bit surprised when he offerred to come be my moral support at my divorce proceedings. unfortunately, because of the nature of the last few months of our marriage, i knew there were a lot of things i wasn't prepared for my father to hear, even though i'm sure he already suspected or knew most of them. so i tried to talk him out of it.

we stood together outside the courtroom, and i watched his face fall, then the disgust rise up as the demon groom walked past us. i felt horrible, knowing my father had lost not just his son-in-law, but his trust in a good friend. so i turned to him one last time and said, "dad, you don't have to do this."

my father hugged me tighter than he ever has before and said, "huny, of course i'm going in there. i'm your father and you need me." and then he hugged me even tighter...

...and said "besides, who else is going to smuggle the gun into the courtroom?"

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