How I See It — My Place
Riverside
Bianca's Statement
When I was 13 my daddy passed away. He was 40. I am lost without my daddy. We always had a special tradition we would do on our birthdays. We would drive into town and pretend like we belonged. But we obviously didn't.
He was a farmer. Always in overalls and flannel shirts. He was tall. Harsh on the eyes. His nose was like a rocky mountain. That was my daddy.
After he passed I didn't continue with our birthday excursions until this year. It was his 50th birthday. I decided to celebrate in our usual fashion. I threw on some overalls and flannel and drove into ton. I was hoping that I would somehow feel my daddy's presence. But I felt nothing. I parked and began my stroll up the usual street. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. A shadow. Not an ordinary shadow. A shadow of my daddy's profile.
It was as if he was standing right in front of me. I could recognize that rocky mountain anywhere. I finally felt his presence. I knew that no matter what my daddy would always be with me.
