Memory Monday-It’s a thing…
In 1992, my mom lived across the creek from my Granny’s house with my sister. The next house up the road from mom’s house was sold to a man who didn’t live in the area all his life. He was a stranger. An outsider. His name is Kevin.
He would show up in the evenings and on weekends to work on the house. One day, he walked to my mom’s house and asked if he could fill up his water jugs at her house since he didn’t have the water on in his house yet. Mom let him in to get some water. The two of them talked and soon, he seemed to need a lot of water. Years later, he admitted to pouring the water out so he would have an excuse to come visit Mom.
February 14, 1993, rolled around and my mom and Kevin got married. I had just turned 17, practically an adult. My sister announced that when she turned six, she would start calling him dad, but until then he was K or KK and sometimes Daddy K. Until her sixth birthday when he became just Dad to her.
I still lived with Granny the first year they were married, but when Granny passed away, Kevin was there to help that day. I moved in with him and mom. No questions asked. No objections registered. In fact, he worked harder on finishing the rooms upstairs so I could have my own room. Oh, and he and mom also were surprised with custody of his two kids. Kevin and Mom’s house became the new full house.
Through the years, Kevin has treated me like one of his own. Something he very clearly did not have to do given how old I was when he and mom married. He has been there like a father should through the highs and lows of my life. I mean no slight to my biological father who chose a different path, but I honestly didn’t have a dad until I was 17.
Tomorrow is Daddy K’s birthday. I wish him the best on his special day and thank goodness for men like him.