Granny smiled. “I love seein them younguns rip and tear along, Daddy.”

Granny always called Paps Daddy. He loved it.

“She’s the only one who can call me that,” he’d tell us.

We called him Paps.

The sparkle seemed to go right out of Granny the day we lost Paps. Then she began talking to him like he was still here. She’d whisper in that secret way they shared.

Before he was gone.

Secret things only she could hear. “Oh. I do love you, Daddy, I do.”

She rocked.

Smiled again.

There on the porch all alone.

Alone with Paps.

Photo credit: Universal Pops / Foter.com / CC BY-NC-SA
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Velvert Verbosity has not lost her sparkle . . . she’s been busy and going through some challenging times, but she still shines. Our challenge this week is SPARKLE.