Meet my pop, James Robert Reeves. The man who taught me you
have to earn what you want, even if that means standing up for what you think
is right.
My Father wasn’t always around in my life but my mother
NEVER talked bad about him during the time she was alive. Never once did we
hear that he was a piece of trash or a no good s.o.b. I can remember always
thinking that Dad wasn’t around because things just didn’t work out between him
and mom.
The earliest memory I have of my father was about 10 years
old. Two years before my mother passed away. Mom brought to San Angelo to see my dad; I had been bugging
her all year so she finally gave in that summer. I distinctly remember pulling
up to a rock house that was not so pretty compared to where I was from. In Fort Worth we didn’t have
rock houses or clap board houses around our neighborhood. I remember mom
telling me ok daughter I know this is going to be strange but we didn’t drive
250 miles for nothing. As we walked up to the door I was excited and mom was
nervous. When she knocked a Hispanic woman came to the door. I remember her
yelling “Jimmy your kid is here” and I can see in my mind a flash back of my
father jumping out of a bed like he couldn’t believe it. For the first time I
had been able to finally hug my daddy.
Since that visit I came back to Angelo to visit my dad every
summer. Until things got bad! My father’s wife never liked me! From her point
of view I hadn’t seen him in 10 years why would I want to see him now. I can
remember her talking about me in the other room and being rude to me during my
stay. One time it got so bad I had to WALK (at 11 years old) to the other side
of town to my grandma’s house because my step mom was being so disrespectful to
me. I remember calling my mom from a payphone and telling her how awful things
were and I wanted to come home. Mom sent my cousin during the middle of the
night to get me from my grandma’s house. Once I got back home in the wee hours
of the morning my mom made me call my dad and tell him I was home and safe…. He
had NO clue I had left.
"A heart filled with anger has no room for love."
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