Santa Monica Beach, June 1955.
I was three years old, enjoying the water, holding Mommy and Daddy's hands. The date is significant. When you look at the photos, you don't see unhappy people. It's just a young family enjoying a day at the beach. But two months later my father would get in the family car, a red and white Pontiac, drive to work, and never come home again. He left my mother to raise two little girls by herself. With little education, and no family nearby, Mom returned to West Virginia and family to raise my sister and me. That day at the beach was my last for many years. I would be a wife and mother of a teen and a tween before I would again dip my toes in the ocean or walk on a beach. Then it would be on the Gulf Coast, and not the Pacific Ocean. It would be even longer before I would see my father again. But on that day in June of 1955, I had no idea that Daddy was fading out of my life, and soon even the word "daddy" would become an unused word in my vocabulary. When he left, he completely left.
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