There once was a man who went out with his friends on a Saturday night to a bar in the Spring of 1975. While at this bar, him and his friends spotted this woman who they all thought was very beautiful, and each one of them bet the other one that they could get her to dance with him. The first gentleman named was Phillip, and he approached the beautiful woman and asked her for a dance, but to his dismay she had told him no thank you. The second guy,named Randy, approached her a little while later and asked her for a dance too, and once again she said. “No Thank You.”
Now she had told 2 of of the 3 guys “No Thank You”, and he was sure she would say the same thing to him, but he was one not to back down from a bet. So later that night he approached her and asked her for a dance, and to his surprise she said. “Yes!”
They spent the rest of the night talking and dancing. When the night ended he asked if he could call her sometime, and while she hesitated for one brief moment she decided to give him her phone number.
The very next day he called her, and each day after that he called her. That Friday and Saturday night she went out with him on an actually date, and each weekend after that too.
Now she was an already made family, you see she was a divorced woman with a 2 year old daughter, but this did not matter to this guy, he was already falling in love the woman and as for the daughter he loved her from the moment he met her.
They dated for 3 months, and during this time they had some dates to themselves and other times he wanted to include her daughter in their dates. In fact on one of their dates, he took this woman and her daughter out to dinner, and then drove down to the lakeside to watch the sunset. He and this woman got out of the truck and just walked to the front of the truck. This woman’s daughter did not want to get out, so she told her to stay in the truck and just call if she needed her mother. They rolled down the windows, and she and her man went to stand at the hood of the truck and watch the sunset.
While they were admiring the sunset, this little girl decided to play with the man’s keys that he had taken out of the ignition and placed on the dashboard of his truck. So she got the keys and was playing with them in her hands, when she saw that her mother and this man had turned around to get back into the truck. So she threw the keys back onto the dashboard, but they slid down the dash and went into the vent.
When her mother and the man got back into the truck, he began looking for his keys. When he could not find them anywhere, her mother turned to her daughter and asked her, “Do you know what happened to his keys?” The little girl nodded her head and the tears began to roll down her cheek. The little girl pointed to the dashboard’s vent, and her mother immediately began apologizing to this man for what her daughter had done. He just laughed and told her it was no big deal, and then he turned to the little girl who was crying and shaking with fear, and he asked if he could hug her. The little girl nodded her head yes, as he embraced her in a big ole’ bear hug, he said to her, “Now, now it’s OK. I am not mad at you or even angry with you. I can get the keys out, and then why don’t we go for an ice cream?” The little girl’s tears stopped flowing and her frown was replaced with a bright smile.
They sat there for about 30 minutes while he used his tools to take the dashboard apart, got his keys out, and then put the dashboard back together again.
That was the moment that the woman knew she could admit her love for this man, and let her love shine. That was the moment she knew that this man would be a great father to this little girl.
After dating for only 3 months this woman married this man, and they were happily married for 25 years. When the little girl was 3 years old this man filed for a petition to adopt her. Now this little girl’s biological father was still alive, but he was unable to be in her life. So he willing let this man adopt this little girl, and he become her legal father.
This man was the best father any child could have ever asked for. He was always there for her, he taught he so many things, and he loved he unconditionally. He always said blood or not she would always be his daughter.
This man and woman tried to have more kids, but it just wasn’t in meant to be. However they did have their little girl who grew up into a woman and gave them two grandchildren who they dotted on.
This man I am talking about is my father, James C. Taylor. I know that many girls grow up being “daddy’s little girl” and having a special bond with their fathers. However I know that my bond with my father was different, it was more special then other father-daughter bonds. I had a connection with him that is hard to express with words. This man whose blood DOES NOT run through my veins wanted me to be his daughter, when my biological father did not want me. He wanted me when no one else did. I was ALWAYS on his heels, and I ALWAYS wanted to be just like my dad. My mother use to laugh and say that if James ever came to a sudden stop they would have to take him to the hospital just so they could remove me out of his ass….as I said I was ALWAYS on his heels.
Besides God, this man, my father, James C. Taylor, has always been and will forever be my Hero! He was taken from me when I was only 26 years old, he died trying to drive to the doctor for a pain he was experiencing in his arm and shoulder. He had been working for a neighbor when he said he had to go because the pain was to great, he knew he needed to go see the doctor. He was only 2 miles from the doctor’s office when his heart exploded in his chest killing him instantly and causing him to have a one person vehicle accident.
The most wonderful Man, Husband, and Father died on March 28, 2000. He was only 58 years old.
My father made a friend everywhere he went, he never had one enemy in his life. He was a very likeable and loveable guy. He was the most honest man I had ever known, he ran a small engine repair business, and if he repaired/fixed something of yours, and it broke down again for the same reason as before, then my father would repair/fix it again completely FREE, he would not charge for the parts or labor. My father also did a lot of repairs and fixing things for the elderly that was on fixed incomes for a very little fee to free, and for any widow my father always repaired or fixed their items for FREE, and he would do things like run errands, mow/weed eat their yard for FREE! I believe my father tried to live and do as God wants us all to do.
Even though it had been 12 years since his passing, the pain is as fresh as if he died today. When people tell you that the pain gets better with time, and time heals all wounds, this is NOT TRUE, the pain is as great today as it was they very first time I received the news of my father’s passing. What does get better with time is knowing that he is in a better place, and while the pain still hurts as much as it ever has, time allows you to live in and think about all your Happy times with your loved ones, and relive those moments to keep your heart light and filled with more LOVE then sorrow. So while I still grieve as much as I ever have, I find that my spells of grieving are much less then that first year, I find that I live more in the happiness of his memory then in the loss of his death!
While I still grieve for my father, I find happiness in knowing that when the good Lord calls me home, I will get to rejoice in his Kingdom with my Father the Lord, and with a very great man named James C. Taylor!
~In Loving Memory of My Father~