In Honor of Fathers Day…. R.V Mickens

“… You showed me love was all you needed… Heaven couldn’t wait for you…”

I remember coming over every other weekend after my moms and pops split… My dad felt like he had to work overtime to provide for us. He worked hard too almost three jobs… He was the Original Julius from Everybody hates Chris

My dad would pick us up on Fridays at 6pm and he’d take us to our grandparents house. We’d love to go over there, our granny would bake for us, we’d play games and she was a retired school teacher so we played school even & our Papa would give us anything we wanted from food to shoes… We’d get money for our good report cards… They had this really big porch and on nice days sitting out there after we got ice cream or slurpees or going to the park….. I’d swing and slide while my older brother played basketball with the other boys. When I got bored I’d go find my papa, he’d be reading a newspaper and smoking his cigarettes. I’d sit by him and watch my brother play basketball….

We use to try to hide his cigarettes once we figured out they weren’t really any good for him. But he’d always either find them or buy more and the cycle would start all over again…

Papa wasn’t into going to church but he had a Holy Bible that you could tell was well read it was so torn up.. He believed in God. He never stopped my granny from going to church. Or from taking us along… He use to ask me about my dreams and what I wanted to be… Those dreams went from being a boxer to being a singer to wanting to help people… But he was down with them all! When I wanted to be a boxer he’d hold his hands up and let me practice my punches… When I wanted to be a singer he’d have my granny record us singing all type of songs just to play them back later …. And when I wanted to help people well…

Papa got secretly sick at some point. Him being the man he was he didn’t want to go to the doctor. Like a lot of men .. One day we went over and he got light headed and stumbled up the porch stairs… It seemed like I blinked my eye and he was in the hospital bed at Hurley with a catheter in his bald head it looked so painful and so uncomfortable. For the first time I seen my papa and he was not talking… That was the first time I saw my brother cry since we were kids and the first time I’d EVER seen my dad cry at ALL which made me all kinds of emotional…He had a brain aneurysm..He went from Hurley hospital to Mclaren Hospital… Still not responsive.. Then he went into a nursing home maybe mid or the end of January 2009….

February 2009 papa died… This was one of thee hardest things I’d ever encountered… He was one of the men who was a reminder as to what I need to look for in my future husband. He taught me to dream, he taught me to have standards… Hell he spoiled me… I always felt like there wasn’t men made like my grandfather anymore… He was a great provider, protector and he loved his family…

In Honor of Fathers Day coming I wanted to write something in memory of him… He played a very important part in my life. I learned a lot from him while he was here and even more in hind sight. I can only pray that whomever I spend the rest of my life with treats me how he treated his wife and family… I love you Papa… Rest in Peace R.V Mickens

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