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Shiloh found her favorite ball and bounded to me with exuberant energy. I told her I didnât feel like playing. I didnât feel like doing anything except hiding under the covers and cry. But I tried to keep busy.
She didnât give up and brought the ball to me several times. Maybe she knew playing with her would take my mind off my dadâs absence. Who am I kidding? I will never not notice my daddy is no longer with us. But there has to be some way to get around this feeling of despair. How is Mommy doing it? I took some cues from her and played with Shiloh. I didnât feel better afterward, but at least for a few moments I thought of something else. Maybe thatâs what she does. Constantly putting other things in mind until she can live with the feelings?
When Mommy got home, she started on dinner. I suppose I could have cooked so she wouldnât have to, but I just wasnât in the right head space to consider her needs. Does that make me a bad person?
She sang and danced to a silent beat while enthusiastically chopping onions like she were on a drum line. Heh, onions. We didnât exactly need those right now. I watched her, trying to figure out how she could be so normal right now. I told her jokingly I thought there was something wrong with her. She stopped chopping onions and came across the counter to respond. She said sheâd been trying to prepare for this day for many weeks. During that time, she spent as much time with him as possible and got everything she ever wanted to say out because, when his time came, she didnât want to have any regrets.Â
During the last part of his life, she got to know him very well and he wouldnât want us to be sad and mopey. I thought about it, and I suppose sheâs right. My dad was good for a hug, but he wasnât the cry on the shoulder type. He certainly didnât like to be the center of attention. Mommy told me to have a moment with his urn. âRemember what he taught you,â she said. âThink about how you can honor his memory.â
Daddy was a practical sim. He dwelled more on the black and white and less in the gray. He didnât say I love you much. He showed it in how he cared for us. My daddy was a perfectly able-bodied sim but chose to retire immediately to spend time with me, make sure I didnât come home to an empty house, had meals, and make sure I kept my grades up. He could have taken that time to work on his music and gain some traction there, but he loved me. Honestly? That thought is overwhelming. Iâm glad we had the time we did. Thinking about it, Iâve been with my father every single day of my childhood, that I can recall. Thatâs so amazing. I almost wish I could go back in time and tell Mommy I wanted to change my name, but I had my reasons to want to remain Pope. And Iâm a girl; Continuing the Crenshaw legacy would never be my task even if I had changed my name. I may not be able to honor his name, but I can still keep his spirit alive with my identity. I think Iâd like to be called KiKi from now on.
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