This is one of my sad memories from when I was a little girl.
My dad was with an air squadron, he would deploy with the carriers for six to eight months at a time. We were stationed in Norfolk, well, Oceana. This was way back in '63 or '64. The church held a Daddy-Daughter Dinner Dance. I was very excited, because I rarely got to spend time with my dad. I was only six or seven. We were all dressed up, and ate the supper, but he got called back to the squadron and had to leave twenty or thirty minutes into the event. I cried and cred. I stayed at the dance with mom, and all the other dads were super nice to me, but I was too shy to dance with anyone but daddy. Now I know he had duty, and he'd gotten special permission to leave the ship to go to the church, but still, it hurt. No wonder he brought me amazing presents each time he went out to sea.
Dad loved taking us to interesting places like Williamsburg and Jamestown and the Great Dismal Swamp, even up to the Smithsonian Museums in Washington. Some dads came home from deployment and did nothing but drink beer and watch sports. Not my dad. He took out to do things as a family. That is part of the reason I have a love for history and archaeology and art, dad introduced me to so many wonderful places and made sure I cared enough to learn about them.
You do the best you can, and sometimes it is just hard. Kids are flexible, we grow up and understand and forgive. Dad's sacrifices made it easier for me when I joined the Navy, and for the times when I was a dependent spouse and hubby had to leave. Being by yourself does not mean you are alone.
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